Friday, June 24, 2011
I Hate Potty Training
Literally. Slipped and almost FELL DOWN in a puddle of urine.
I came up mad. Especially when I saw that Baby Boy had his pants off. Which means that he just peed on the floor ON PURPOSE!
So I start with the positive self-talk.
Take deep breath. Count to ten. Try to look on the bright side. Remember it could be worse.
1. We have linoleum floors through this whole house, so no need to get out the rug cleaner.
2. He peed on the floor, not the area rug, so ditto.
3. Maybe he was on his way to the potty, so it really was an accident.
4. He did take off his pants, so they’re dry.
These positive things I’m trying to think of are getting lamer. I’m stuck on #5 here.
Can I point out that he had two other accidents this morning? I only have nine pairs of big-boy underwear in stock here, kid!
Of course, he’s doing better than his twin sister, who refuses to even SIT on the potty.
There’s nothing like potty training to drive a mother up the wall.
I remember how horrible it was with my older kids, too.
There was the one who kept having accidents while we were out, forcing me to tell store clerks about the puddle we’d left in aisle three. Embarrassing!
There was the one who habitually peed on the floor NEXT TO the toilet. Frustrating!
There was the one who kept peeing in a bucket in the yard so she wouldn’t have to come inside and use the bathroom. Disgusting!
News flash, little girl: It’s only acceptable for BOYS to pee outside. It’s not fair, I know it. Take it up with Gloria Steinem.
I remind myself that all three of these kids are now old enough to use the potty all the time, unsupervised by me.
It DOES get better.
Of course, then they have OTHER problems, but we’ll cross that bridge later….