Let me preface this post by saying that I've been really sick the last couple of days. I feel like total crap and need a nap.
So, we have been having many potty training issues with The Bear. His neurologist has told us that the reason we are having them is because his brain is not sending the signals that he needs to go, therefore, with no feeling, we are still changing pull-ups. This is very frustrating. If he has an accident at school, I have to drive over there to change him. So far it has only happened one day, but it happened twice in that day. I am at my wits end. Cheez is at his wits end.
Have you ever seen that episode of Everybody Loves Raymond where Ray grounds the kids from watching TV and Deborah goes ballistic because that's like sentencing her to terrible days? Well...Cheez go home tonight and went upstairs with The Bear to play games. Pretty soon, The Bear comes down crying, telling me that, "Daddy is NOT choosing the right". Daddy told him that he can't play games anymore. So, we had a meeting with daddy to see what the deal was. Cheez told Bear that since he had an accident while playing a game, he won't be able to play games anymore until he can go potty in the potty. This is like a life sentence to The Bear...and to me. Bear LOVES to play games on the computer, and while he does, I can do other things. No games means NIGHTMARE WHINE CITY to the mama.
I don't want to be wishy washy with The Bear, so I will try to back Cheez up on this, but I am really feeling like crap, and now I have a bear in bed with ME.
Ok...I'm gonna go drug up now. BLAH!