Tuesday part 2

Back from the game. Tough one to watch. After an undefeated season, it's hard to see your team lose 8-1. Lots of errors, Brigham struck out both times up to bat, poor umpiring...And I lost it with Brooke again. Potty training for over a year isn't easy. She is so good sometimes and stays dry and pees when I put her on the toilet. And then there is most of the time, like today. Her bus broke down so she was an hour late and soaked all the way down to her ankles. Then I was rushing after taking Ben to buy the Alice in Wonderland DVD to make it Brigham's game and I didn't want to take the time to bring her inside and make her try to go so I just dropped off Ben and Austin and went straight to the game. Of course I regretted my decision when I tried to get her out at the game and realized her night time diaper didn't hold it all in yet again. I had no dry pants and she was upset crying "pee, pee" the whole time I dragged her up to the bathrooms. Sometimes I just feel tired of the hassle: the taking off her shoes, changing her diaper, her pulling on my hair so she doesn't lose her balance trying to get her pants back on, the crying on the toilet to get off...I got upset and talked meanly to her. I know I hurt her feelings. And I was telling myself the while time to calm down, she can't help it. The poor girl had to sit through the baseball game with wet pants. And she did it happily. She ate trail mix and her cheese stick and cheered on the boys with a smile on her face. She teaches me about forgiveness every day. She's never mad at me even when I get mad at her. I need to recommit every day to practice patience because I never want to feel again the way I did tonight. As I tucked her into bed and we were talking about our day she said, "baseball game, pee, Mommy mad". Never again...however unrealistic it may be, it's a good goal.