I cannot believe I wrote about this topic once, let alone twice. After months, of talking about potty training, gathering information and dreading it, I decided Monday morning enough was enough; we were going cold turkey and quitting the diapers.
Oh, how many times I’ve thought of going back to the diapers. Just one, I try to convince myself, just when we are in public, or when she is sitting on the brand new couch.
It is finally a gorgeous sunny summer week; I am lying on the cold bathroom tile. No, I’m not sick, just begging my poor child to pee.
I’m bribing her with M&Ms, a Barbie, ice cream party, hell; I’d throw in a trip to Bermuda if she would go.
Meanwhile, I’m rewarding myself one M&M when I pee and two when I poop, of course to set an example. At the rate we are going, I’ll have to buy a larger size pants soon.
Every fifteen minutes the timer is going off in my house reminding her to use the potty. I feel like I am living inside an alarm clock. It is a never ending day in fifteen minute increments.
I know many of you have gone through this. I’ve had a lot of time to think of all you other parents out there. This is a hard job. In case you never hear it enough, nice work, it isn’t easy. Years ago when I was working in advertising, I never would have imagined my days filled with cleaning up pee puddles.
I hope you are relishing in these beautiful June days, I can see the sun shining from my spot here on the bathroom floor.