This week’s the week. Potty training has commenced. I literally ran out of diapers on Sunday, and I told the baby, diapers are all gone. You’ve got to start using the potty. She’s well over 2-and-a-half. She’s smart as a whip. And she’s got to be trained to go to school in September. So I figured, no time like the present.
I knew it was going to be gruesome. I detest potty training, and she has been resisting ever since we introduced the potty last fall. She’s my third, and neither of the others were a cake walk to train, but I just had a feeling that this one was going to be a doozy. She’s stubborn and contrary by nature, and for some reason, she doesn’t want to use the potty.
But I’m determined. This is it. I have to stick with it, and I know there will be a tough week or two until she gets the hang of it, but I need to see it through.
Last night we set her on the potty in front of the TV, and after about 30 minutes, we finally got a tinkle in the desired receptacle. We cheered. We whooped and hollered. We rewarded with a lollipop. And approximately 15 minutes later, she came and told us she had peed upstairs. ALL over her bedroom carpet. Joy.
This morning I was determined to outlast her. I filled her up on juice and turned on the TV and sat beside her on the floor. I could tell she needed to go, but she was afraid to or didn’t know how to or a combination of the two, most likely.
I cajoled. I encouraged. I begged. I demanded. I bribed. I rubbed her back and her legs and her face until my arm was numb. I wanted to give in and let her put her panties on, but I knew that if I could just outlast her, if we could get the tinkle into the potty where it belongs, we would be making a significant step in the right direction.
Finally, FINALLY, after two hours of that rigmarole (no lie), she hollered, "Mom! I pee!" And she proceeded to release about two gallons into that little potty while I danced and sang and whooped and hollered and cheered and jumped around the room in a display that should have frightened anyone in their right mind, but my daughter ate it up.
She was smiling from ear to ear when she was done, and I victoriously presented her big girl panties as a reward.
And now I get to go through the whole routine again in about 30 minutes. Hold me.
***UPDATE*** Right as I was about to click Publish and make this post live, my daughter came into my office with wet panties. Anyone know how to get a gallon of pee out of a COUCH?