A Rant

Oh man.
I am so disappointed in myself. But it still felt like this pressure valve needed releasing.

The pant wetting has become extreme. I give up. It's obviously hit frustration and I'm so tired of doing it all. She doesn't get in trouble for the accidents, I emphasise that.

But then she sits. In her wet undies. All day, if she's allowed. Until I smell her or see and tell her to change. She can't figure out to do it on her own.

What is the big, damn deal over staying in wet undies! It smells awful. And I know that other kids are starting to notice and comment on it. I'm afraid she's going to cause some longer term damage with infections. And I don't want to be monitoring her every single day and night, multiple times, to change her underwear.

I've spent more money on getting special undies with padding in them to hold the wee. But she'll still need to change. We have upgraded to pull ups over night so I can take a break from washing and re-making her bed every day or two. She wears big pads in her undies until the special padded ones arrive.

And tonight, once again, after another big conversation about keeping her body clean - I finally ranted at her.
CHANGE. YOUR. UNDIES!!!! When you are wet - just CHANGE THEM!

Why? Why is this so hard? Why can't she just acknowledge that she is wet? Why do I have to call her out on it EVERY SINGLE TIME!!?!?!?

::big sigh::

I've been sick over these holidays. The flu manifested into the first sinus infection I can ever remember having.

Sinus infection. Where you can physically see the sinus cavities through your skin because they are so red and enflamed. Weird, right?
Waking up with a sore throat from snoring so hard.
And I made it through, big strong girl that I am, with no antibiotics.

Until my left eye socket, for whatever reason became super sore.
Who knows why. Bacterial infection spreads?

Maybe it's contributing to my crankiness.