King is almost 3.5 (holy crap!!!!) which means he's at the age where a lot of his peers are doing or done the potty thing. By 4, most kids are there. I have lofty dreams of winning this battle by about that time, but for now, it's a daily angst.
Imagine your worst potty training experience. Multiply that by one neurogenic (aka totally ignores your pleading and plans) bowel and add in the fact that this is 100% out of Kingsley's control and you have my frustration.
I can't talk about it much because 1. It's poop and poop is gross, 2. No one wants to read that, 3. King will one day keel over from embarrassment that I've said this much.
So, this is our life.
There have also been a few other minor ortho-type stressors, but by some miracle everything has started to work itself out as of a week or so ago and we have a bunch of appointments lined up that should start to ease my stress and hopefully give us a plan.
When I'm not dealing with that unpleasantness, we are living smack in the fishbowl that is our house. The yard has been in progress for weeks, but pretty soon it will be done and I won't be literally surrounded by work crews and various tradespeople stopping in to do this or that. It's all worth it, but it's a bit strange.