Do you ever wake up and know you’re in for a horrible day before you even open your eyes?
Here’s what I heard this morning before I even got out of bed.
“Claire, that doesn’t go in the potty!”
As if those words weren’t frightening enough to propel my feet toward the ground at lightening speed, the next words sent me into a pure panic.
“No! My binkie!”
Yep. Binkie. In the potty.
I have no idea how it happened. I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know.
You may have read last week about how I’ve been struggling with the decision to take away Claire’s pacifiers. While I’ve been reluctant to do so, I have been taking steps toward life without the bink.
I keep it away from her most of the day, and pull it back out at bedtime or for car rides. I also made the decision to stop buying more. For some reason, binkies go missing more often than anything else in this household, so I was buying a new pack fairly frequently.
Just yesterday, I had to do a mad dash around the house to find a binky for a rare nap. That search revealed the fact that we are quite possibly down to our last one.
Well, it’s not there now. I fished it out and threw it away when she wasn’t looking. No amount of sterilizing is ever going to make that one usable again!
So here’s my dilemma.
Are we done? Are we out of binkies forever? Or do I head to Target immediately?
We’ve all been sick this week, and we’re all incredibly cranky. Claire is worse off than the rest of us because she woke up yesterday with a lovely case of pink eye on top of everything else.
I can’t imagine a worse time to do this.
I’m going to try it, though. Any takers on how long before I cave?
Claire asked for a binky for about four hours before she stopped. I assumed (big mistake) she had lost interest, until she walked into the kitchen with one in her mouth and one in her hand.
Evidently, she has a secret stash somewhere that I didn’t know about, and yesterday’s crisis meant it was time to dip into that stash. Desperate times call for desperate measures, you know?
Last night, we rearranged her bedroom in an effort to thwart the ongoing bed battle, and while moving furniture found two more.
She now has a healthy supply of four binkies (at least).
I guess the binky battle will be continued another day.
Claire -1, Mommy – 0.