There are three things going on in my mind right now

First thing… we’re back to work. Which in many ways should have been a good thing. It was supposed to give me a life outside of the house (which I really enjoy). AND… it was supposed to give Iman a chance to release her energy in a playful, fun and safe environment.

Unfortunately none of that happened.

School started, but daycare won’t be available until the 11th. Which means that Iman is with me all day. So here I am, with a load of work to do, lots of staff meetings to attend. Classroom to set up, worksheets to prepare… and Iman tagging along through it all.

My entire day goes by running after her, running to the bathroom or trying to feed her. I’m really far behind in my work, which is making me stress out.

Second thing… I’ve cursed myself. Yesterday after Iman was asleep, I was telling Omair that we’re really lucky to have such a cooperative kid. She took really well to the second round of potty training. In fact now, we were totally accident free and she was telling every time! And, even bigger… we shifted her to her own bed (yes, previously she was sleeping with us, I know… tsk tsk tsk). So here I was… boasting about our achievements. How we conquered potty training and managed to make sleep-time independent.

BUT… it was as though some evil force was just waiting for me to gloat.

Today, she flipped!! Not only have we had 4 accidents (all in the same day), she’s also refusing to get into her own bed (even though she was sleeping in it for the past week, and really enjoying the new “big girl” treatment).


Now the third thing… Omair is in the room right now with Iman, and she’s screaming bloody murder! She doesn’t want to sleep. I was in there with her, but she started making excuses. First, she said she wanted to sleep in our bed. Then she said she wanted a story, then she said she wanted me to lie next to her… The list continues. So I gave her a warning. We do this at bed time. I sit in the room with her (reading) and she’s supposed to sleep. If she dilly dallies or refuses to settle down, she gets a warning, and if the behavior continues, I leave the room. In turn, she decided that she was going to cry her lungs out. And Omair had to go in to settle things down. Obviously they aren’t settling. She’s crying, and I’m sitting here wondering if I should just let her sleep with us. Why does being firm make me a good mother? Why can’t I take the easy road and give in?

Ok, please don’t answer that.