Showing posts with label angst. Show all posts
Showing posts with label angst. Show all posts

Monday, March 21, 2011

Milestones

It was a semi pleasant weekend in the Olson household. Minus the angsty 11 year old who was grounded for trying to act WAY beyond her years. Which led to a sit down talk with the boy and his parents that live 2 doors down. Hopefully the wind has settled on that one because she sure doesn't want to end up a boarding school :)
On Saturday we met 2 huge milestones with Olivia (our 2 year old), we came to the close of a one week potty training success. Last weekend we casually started getting her to sit on the potty, since then she has been a freaking potty training star, or as we tell her " she is riding the potty training express". She even keeps dry through the night and naps. Now, we have had a few accidents, but for 90% of the time she wears her big girl panties.

                                                     Olivia at Barnes and Noble after having an accident, we forgot extra pants...

The other milestone was getting Olivia in her own bed. If you didn't know, since birth Olivia had been a co-sleeper. Not by choice, so don't get your panties in a wad. She was a very difficult baby, eating every hour and even worse not letting us put her down without screaming her head off...so I did what I had to do to not go completely ape crazy.

So, for a few weeks we would add a little to her bed, we started with a twin mattress and box spring, then got a fame, comforter, pillows, sheets, and on Saturday we got the final touch:side rails. She has been so stoked on being a big girl. The first night she woke about 5am and crawled in bed with us, and last night she slept til 6am and then laid down with me. Hopefully tomorrow it will be 7am.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

teen angst

Jesus H Almighty. Having a toddler is a walk in the park compared to raising a tweenager.
Every other word out of Saphire's mouth is whatever and nevermind, and apprently I don't know how to hold my tounge because I refuse to put up with that shit. But now everyone and their freaking mom is telling me I am being too hard on her, and to tell you the truth...sometimes I feel like I am.
Between school work and boys, and getting ready for bed and this that and the other I'm the fucking bully in my 11 year old's life. That makes me fucking depressed. What am I doing, are they right? It's my horrible worse fear for me to fuck up my child as much as my parents screwed me up. I already feel like I've screwed her being a teenage mom and all. I'm just trying to back track that now and make the remaining years as best as possible for her.
Does anyone know where I can get a manual for handling teenagers?
I'll send you my mailing address...