Rain rain rain

but at least it's warm and we can splash in puddles. We'll be headed out to do some splashing today, if I can find the rain pants that is. If not we'll be tiptoeing through the puddles so that our pants stay dry; not nearly as much fun.

I'm not feeling 100% right now; I have a bit of a tummy bug that's keeping me right off the food, mix that up with a good dose of heartburn whenever I do manage to eat something and it's a right treat. On the positive side; these things are temporary and I have the whole "I'm glad that's over with!" to look forward to.

We kept the weekend pretty low key with lots of fort building, and movie watching mixed with just enough errand running and chore finishing to make it feel like we weren't just lumps. on the don side the Peanut has had some pretty juicy morning wakings, I'll be changing her bed again today and we'll be on extra vigilant potty duty at bedtime tonight.

But enough about me, how was your weekend?

Wet

We've backslid.

Nearly a months worth of waking up dry while sleeping in our undies has ended with three accidents since last Friday. It may be time to re-institute The Chart. I'm sure that it's a controversial subject; bribing your child to change their behavior, but it works for us.

My main concern when we started with the chart was that we would be in a perpetual chart/reward cycle. We had gone a month without a chart and I was pretty pleased about being able to let the chart drift off into oblivion... I patted myself on the back too soon and also; I didn't count the fact that preschoolers talk. To each other. About their charts...

We had a play date last week with two of our very bestest friends who also have charts. There was apparently a little chart comparison going on between them because I was asked where The Peanut's chart was a few times. And then The Peanut started talking about what she wanted to earn for her chart next...

Of course, to be honest; the night time accidents started a few days before the play date but the chart talk didn't.

I'm now thinking that if the weekend passes with another middle of the night bed change there will be a new chart on the microwave and a new reward for fully filled in boxes for a stretch of nights where she's stayed dry. Now to find an inexpensive reward and to figure out how to stop those little conversations she and her friends have where they compare notes...

So with all the cook books yesterday

I completely left out how the weekend went.
Saturday we went to watch the husband's band practice, they'll be playing a fund raising gig at the end of this month and other than watching them play at the guitarist's wedding last August I haven't seen them play together as a group yet. Can I just say that they sound awesome? I can? OK, they sound awesome. The Peanut spent a good portion of the night dancing around with her hot pink ear protectors and new white sneakers, helped out on a few songs by playing the tambourine and generally made everyone in the room laugh.

Sunday was the day that I lost all happy warm feelings towards the neighborhood Shoppers Drug Mart. Last fall, when I was so sick we were in there almost every other day trying to get something to help with the sinus cough thing I had going on, they were fabulous when the Peanut announced that she really had to go potty and let us use their staff washroom, which I was grateful for and because I was so grateful I felt way more loyal to them than say the folks at the Safeway or the Dollar Store. So when the Peanut announced she really really had to go potty while we were picking up some necessities I quickly took her to the nearest employee and asked if we could use their bathroom. I was turned down and told that I'd have to take the Peanut over to the Starbucks.

Her little bladder nearly made it but I was peed on in the Starbucks bathroom and had to jury rig my cardigan as temporary pant legs and skirt on the Peanut. My faith in their customer service is shattered, and I'm pretty sure that if looks could kill I might have been charged with something serious. I can understand not wanting to let everyone into the backroom to use the bathroom but a three year old should be given an exception. Or maybe I'm over reacting?