I'M FRUSTRATED
The feeling that lives on the next alley over
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Happy Friday everyone. How’s everyone feeling? I’m guessing not anxious at all because everything is FINE.
Today I thought I would share a fun exchange I recently had with my 4-year-old daughter. I had tucked her into bed, all safe and sound and under all seven of the blankets she must have covering her in a very specific order. “Hearts first, then Minnie, then Wooby, then Fotty, then animals.”
The exact moment I had both of my feet outside of her room, she said “I have to go pee pee.” I quietly tilted my head back in a silent grunt, took a deep breath and said, “Ok.” She got out of bed and followed me to the bathroom.
The following is an excerpt from our conversation.
Me: Emma, go potty.
Emma: Mama, can we watch TV tomorrow?
Me: We’ll see. First go potty.
Emma: (OPENING THE SHOWER DOOR) Did someone take a shower?
Me: Yes.
Emma: Who?
Me: I did.
Emma: Were you stinky?
Me: Yes. Please go potty.
Emma: Mama.
Me: Yes, Emma?
Emma: Tomorrow I want fresh pancakes. Not leftovers.
Me: [BIG BREATH] Emma. Please go potty.
Emma: Can I have fresh? We haven’t had fresh for a long time ago.
Me: Sure. We can have fresh. It’s very late. You need to go potty.
Emma: Mama! You need to wait. You know how sometimes I need to wait for you? Well, sometimes you need to wait for me.
Me:
It’s the first time I was rendered speechless by my child. Her reasoning skills were…fair. And her tone was…measured. And she is…four. And I am…unequipped.
She eventually went potty. I have not recovered.
This week, Wooby & Fotty have a brand new emotion song out. It’s the Frustration Song. And it’s about that feeling that makes you say Grrrrrr and Ergghhhh and Go potty, please, I’m so tired, please, I’m begging you, please just go potty, please potty.
You can find it here. And you can find me elsewhere.
Love,
Lauren