Oh hey there.
It’s been a minute. Sorry about that. Busy summer, both with work and play. You know how it goes- everyone starts to get frantic when warm weather starts to slide away so ALL THE THINGS MUST BE DONE RIGHT NOW BEFORE IT GETS ANY COLDER. OMG RIGHT NOW, COME ON, LET’S GO.
I can’t even imagine what we’re going to be like when we have an actual school year to dictate our schedules.
After summer ended, we started potty training our almost-three-year-old. And after cleaning poop out of so many pairs of underwear, you lose motivation to do much of anything else.
It was a very stressful situation. My husband and I chose that extreme methodology- sticking him straight into real underwear and going through the fondly nicknamed “three days of hell” where no one leaves the house and pee gets everywhere.
After the first day and a whole container of Clorox wipes, I was ready to throw in the towel. My child is too stubborn, I decided, and he’ll figure it out on his own before high school, surely, so why do I have to suffer through this?
My husband was the one that kept us going. Along with the promise of getting our carpets shampooed once it was all said and done.
And honestly, we’re good now. Four weeks in and he’s pretty much got it under control. It’s even pretty cute to see him get excited about moving up from his little training potty to a real toilet, and the sound a number 2 makes when it hits the water.
Sure, there’s an occasional accident here and there, and yes, he’s absolutely terrified of public bathrooms (although that’s not anything new), but we’re surviving.
Also, if anyone can tell me how we fix this addiction to mini donuts and chocolate chips we’ve created from the potty training bribes, please contact me immediately.
Mostly because I’m mad my kid is eating all the chocolate in the house.
I’m very hungry.