We started doing the whole potty training thing for real about a month ago. Big boy underwears, potty seats, bribery rewards. The whole nine yards.
I didn’t expect miracles. I just didn’t expect disasters.
We have pee’d in the carseat. We have pee’d in the shopping cart at Target. Twice in one trip. Public toilets are scary and dirty and broken and every other excuse he can find to not use them to go pee in.
Poop is out of the question. He will hold it rather than use the potty. He tries to wait until bedtime when he gets his pull-up to go poop. Sometimes that doesn’t work out so well for him or me. Like two days ago. He had a little poop in his underwears and refused to sit on the potty. So he had to help me clean the poop underwears. The pediatrician actually told me that we need to make him have responsibility for his actions and their consequences. So he scrubbed poop underwear.
I thought I was being smart and innovative and all kinds of other good adjectives when I did this but I didn’t realize the potential for disaster. That disaster happened yesterday.
Today, I am just hoping that there wasn’t another incident like yesterday while he is at school.
This is the part about being a parent that absolutely sucks.
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We have pee’d in the carseat. We have pee’d in the shopping cart at Target. Twice in one trip. Public toilets are scary and dirty and broken and every other excuse he can find to not use them to go pee in.
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shane
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