Friday, July 17, 2009
The Binky and Some Domestic Angst
(Pictured: Penny's friend Niels, P with her Binky, Britt).
The binky has become an important part of Penny's life, which is to say, she is completely and utterly attached to it. I have to hide it in my pocket and keep it out of sight, otherwise, if Penny sees it, she points and gesticulates and vocalizes until I give it to her. If she sees me stashing it, she will dig it out herself and put it in her mouth. If I ask her nicely, "Can I have the binky?" She will shake her head "No," with the binky in her mouth. "Of course not mommy, that's what you get for asking a yes/no question!" If I playfully try to grab it, I find it cemented in her mouth. Oh, this is going to be hard.
So, here's what I'm doing. We (as in me, Britt, Grandma, and Grandpa, AND Penny) still rely heavily on it for nap time and bed time, and for trips in the car. So, if we are not sleeping or riding, the binky does not appear. It is put away as soon as P wakes up. I will be the first to admit that I rely on it as much as she does. For Penny, it is comforting. It helps her fall asleep faster, and it keeps her happy in the car. But sometimes, she will chuck it while I'm driving, almost always while I'm driving on the freeway....and then she cries because she wants it back, which she probably should have thought of before she chucked it on the floor of the car.
Upon seeing children who appeared too "old" to have a binky, I used to think, "Oh, that child should not have a binky. What are those parents thinking? That is certainly not going to be my child." Now I'm regretting those thoughts. That could totally be my kid in another year.
So I'm hoping to wean Penny off the binky, starting with longer periods of time in the car without it, and attempting a nap or two without it. I have heard of parents having funerals for binkies, or cutting them down so they are harder to suck on, etc. Does anyone have any suggestions?
Next issue: Domestic Angst. In other words, "Whose Job is it to do X?" Princess Nebraska recently had a post about this very thing, in fact, she does an excellent job articulating how I feel sometimes. Raising a child is work. Some days are rewarding, and some days seem pretty thankless. Add to that all of the extra domestic duties that someone needs to do, and then it turns into a competition to see who is working harder. Why are we competing?
Enter the guilt cycle: I started writing this post several days ago, when I was feeling a little upset about having to do everything around the house. But then we had a nice weekend together, and now I can't believe that these complaints have even been typed by me. They must have been typed by some ungrateful woman who doesn't realize how lucky she is.
Who will clean up this cute little mess?
So for now, I will take it a day at a time, keeping in mind that some days are fantastic, and other days are hellish, and all days result in a mountain of dishes in our aggravatingly tiny kitchen.