Cleaning Day

Welp, the title just about sums up my day.  It's Monday.  So it's cleaning day.  There was a marathon of Hoarders on, so I had that going in the back ground while I scrubbed, organized, and washed.  I was really on a roll this morning.  I put Kayden down for a quick morning nap so I could clean the bathrooms.  I figured Luke would get tired of watching after 30 seconds and run off to play. 

Wrong.

I had wisely put the chemicals right next to my feet so I could make sure no little fingers would get on them, and I put all the objects that reside on the lavatory (toothbrushe, hand soap, Cody's cologne) on the floor behind me so that they wouldn't get in the way.  Just like normal.  But today, after I finished cleaning the mirror I turned around to pick the stuff up there was Luke.  Using my toothbrush.  On his teeth. 

I made Cody go to the store tonight to get us new ones.

I posted that as a facebook status later, and someone commented "At least he was practicing good oral hygiene as opposed to cleaning the toilet."  Touche my friend.  Touche. 

The rest of the day passed pretty uneventfully.  I wore a shirt today that is too tight in the arms.  Isn't that thrilling information?  A lot of times when I'm at home and not going anywhere I'll put on clothes that I like but don't really feel I'll wear out in public anymore.  Like this cute yellow plaid shirt with sleeves that feel like they're cutting off circulation.  This way I haven't wasted money on clothes I'll never wear again, and their feelings won't get hurt because they never leave the closet.  Confession:  sometimes I still think inanimate objects have feelings. 

Completely changing subjects, this raising a two year old is tough stuff.  Do you ever feel like you are seeing the absolute worst qualities about yourself in your children?  I'm kind of feeling that right now.  I've always had an issue with sharing.  I know, I know.  I'm 27 years  old and I should have a grip on it by now.  Unfortunately, I've always had selfish tendencies (Ashley, no laughing.)  Several months ago my friend was  pregnant and on a tight budget, so she asked if she could borrow my maternity clothes.  The clothes that are in the very back of my closet because I'm not pregnant.  The clothes I will probably never wear again.  Yet,  something just clinched up inside of me and my first reaction was to say no.  What is that?  I took a deep breath and said yes though, and you know what?  It was just fine.  I was just fine.  And now the clothes are back in the depths of my closet, never to see the light of day again.  The past week of having to teach Luke to share his toys has been very wearing and sometimes painful.  Of course I want him to learn to share.  Of course I want him to have a sweet giving spirit.  Of course he is having a hard time because he's TWO and those ARE his toys.  But as I'm disciplining him again and again and again for it, I almost just want to cave and say "I know buddy.  I know it's hard.  And I'm afraid it's not going to be any more fun in 20 years cause I've been there.  I'm still there. You just go ahead and do what you want." 

Don't worry though.  I won't.