Originally Posted by kicker (Post 604031)

My two will be 18 next week-still worry about drugs, drinking, sex, "bad" friends, etc., next year they go to college, out of my supervision,
OMG and then marriage (will divorce follow?), kids (and that SIL and DIL parenting), jobs, etc. Does it ever REALLY end?

Originally Posted by Debbie D (Post 604044)

"When I was your age" them to death.

Originally Posted by who moi (Post 603441)

OK, I'll byte...

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"The Adventures of Pee Pee Boy and Wiping Man"

our grandson has been living us since April of this year. He's 4yo.

He just learned potty training since Feb/March of this year and he's a tiny yet long little dude. So, his bladder control isn't...shall we say..."tight?"

it started the first week that he was here...

I would find yellow marks around the bathroom alongside the baseboards...

at first, I had thought it was simple accidents...

but then, it would end up by the base of the tubs as well as other areas...

a few days later, I got suspicious and opened the door during one his sessions...

I saw him urinating on the side of the TP...

in my utmost thunderous voice, I said unto him, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING???????????"

I shocked him so much that he turned around and pee'd on my legs...

and then, I think I frightened him so much that he just started to let out this big cry.

So there we were, the two of us, in the middle of a tiny bathroom, with yellow liquid running down both my legs and the bathroom walls while clear liquids were running down from his eyes...

time stood still but not too long...

I was shocked because I didn't know whether to clean my legs first or the bathroom first or him first because he also had liquid on his legs...

now, something about me...I am like Howie Mandel. I am germ phobic.

I constantly have a bottle of sanitize with me and I bleach anything that can be bleached and anything that shouldn't be bleached....Lysol is my middle and third name right before Sterile. My friends call me, "Rot Yet Steriling"

So, if there is urine on a towel, and that towel touches another object, I would not only have to wash and clean that towel, I would also have to clean that other object...and if that object shall touch something else, well...you get the picture, so on and so forth...

After I got all of us cleaned up and bleached...I asked him why he was urinating and had been urinating all over the place...

it turned out that it was my fault... I had been letting him watching a documentary on Tigers...and well, tigers pee everywhere to mark their spot....and grandson LOVES being a Tiger...but I wish he would be like the one on a CEREAL box, instead....

a daily dose of "papo, I had an accident" was/is not uncommon..

it is either he'll wake us up at 4am to tell us that he's wet the bed, or he would simply go while we're out at the playground, or Burger King, or worse, events...

And he's got some OCD himself...he's fussy about little things...if a sock lining is out of place, he'll cry about it for about 30 minutes...if his shirt was a little bit uncomfortable..and I am talking about a shirt that he has worn 10 times before, he'll cry about it for 30 minutes...

so, everything with him is about "feel" "touch" and he finds "wetness" extremely uncomfortable....

you'd think that he would then try his very best to make it to the bathroom...

oh no....he lets it go, then cries about it....and there we go again....

recently, it's gotten a little bit better with his firehose upfront...BUTT...

lately, it's the other end that we'd been having problems with...

he's been having brown accidents on the other side a lot lately...

I can only relate that to that he always wants to play and then waits until it is too late....

the problem is, I have to be very careful about removing his underware....

he is as fussy and as germ phobic as I am....

so, if either one of us or both of us would think that the "accident" has touched either one of us or our clothings...well, off would go everything and that washing machine has gotten a lot of attention since he's been here...

few weeks ago, he had the stomach flu, this is right at the heels of my in-laws stomach flu when they visited us during the Thanksgiving holidays.

I was already fighting a sinus infection and light fever...when he started to puke and let it all out on the other end...

that whole night, I must have ran back and forth to the laundry room a million times...and we literally ran out of clothes for him that I had to wrap him in a towel or just let him wear my T-shirt...

but remember, he's a fussy kid...those were NOT good enough or comfortable enough...

so, I'd had to calm him down while I do laundry the quickest that I can...

but a 45 minute cycle IS 45 minutes, drying is 30 minutes...I cannot change those numbers...

and what does he do? CRY....what do I do? Wipe....

I told my wife one day recently...I can't think of a day that I don't wash or wipe something off of him....and I am tired....

but it's a good thing that he's cute and a sweet boy....

thus, the adventures of Pee Pee Boy and Wiping...wait, WEEPING man continues...as I stop wiping and take some time off to weep a little bit while I use the rag that I used to wipe him to wipe off my tears....both of laughter and pain....

LOL

Originally Posted by kicker (Post 604976)

My 18 year olds get kinda mad when I say "Oh, a boo-boo!"