Trying to Wean

We have a last minuet audition today, I found out an hour ago that it's this afternoon for sure. Oh, plenty of time, right? Not when you have the #iwantboobdalldaylong and #idontwantbrothertouchingmydollies ... 

For auditions, you need to go in dressed nice, makeup done, clean and in good spirits. Makeup (the whole deal from foundation or bb cream up to blush and mascara) usually takes under an hour except with kids.

I only got that far (pic above) in one hour ... Because the little Mr. Throws a fit and I've already given all snacks possible, his favorite cartoons, even let him play with my brushes as he clung to my legs, and had him occupied with sis. Eventually, all fails. I've been trying to wean him for a couple weeks now. Failing miserably. Because anytime I want to get anything done in a timely manner, I can't be dealing with the screaming and crying that happens from brother bothering sister out of frustration at no attention.... Like today, he wouldn't leave me alone to even finish one eyelid of shawdow so I'm sitting him down next to Elia hoping to distract him and of course he starts chewing on her princess stickers that she's so proudly trying to match to the sticker story book it comes with. So I give her a different toy (since it's easier then fighting him on the stickers and hoping to distract her from the fact her stickers are ruined ), the dress your doll (Melissa and Doug - all you moms know) and of course he's suddenly over the stickers, trying to throw all the pieces of her dress up set across the room in two seconds.

Hence the reason I gave into the breastfeeding😬. And as I'm breastfeeding, Elia's is yelling she needs help turning off the faucet to wash her hands. So I'm stuck just letting the water run for five minuets while I'm in this position. And as soon as I get him off and rush to the bathroom, Kana'i is trailing me excited to check out what she left in the baby potty (on the floor for toddler independent accessibility). "No!!" I'm yelling as his hand is an inch away from dodo... I pull him out of the bathroom, f*** I'll just pour out the doo into the big potty to flush later. And he's screaming again saying "mama!" Pounding his chest signaling boob. No! I go to kitchen to give him an alternative. Meat first, because he's a caveman obsessed with meat and salt. Corn beef that his dad made in crock pot - he turns his head away in disgust. The chicken soup I was trying to finish - no. Banana - no. Cheese, crackers, Apple, blueberries, eggs, rice - fuck it, goldfish? A cookie? I don't care what anymore just stop breastfeeding. Raisins! He took it! OMG I sit down in relief and start to blog...here I am literally ending this blog and he comes over to help himself. I can't even finish 5 minuets of writing without him opening up my shirt, pulling down my bra and taking "his" breast. 😳 Ahhhh!!!!