folks, as of this afternoon, we are no officially longer "officially" potty training.
yesterday and today were somewhat better in terms of pairs of underwear--only three pairs yesterday and three today. he also didn't drink as many fluids, which i'm certain had a role to play. but after three full days of persistent potty training, practice running to the bathroom, praises for dry underwear, disapproval for wet underwear (even emphatically claiming that his pal elmo doesn't like wet underwear), cleaning up puddles together (following that book's instructions)...
i watched as my son squatted in the middle of the hallway and peed a medium-sized puddle.
that was the moment when i suddenly lost my will to potty train. it just drained right out of me, especially as i began the protocol, and he dropped his truck into the puddle of urine. i tried to do the drill, but i just didn't have it in me. i couldn't do it. i realized i had failed. we sopped up the mess. i sat him on the potty and then gave him a quick bath. i left him naked, disinfected the floor, washed the truck, and snapped at him when he tried to flush the toilet when nothing was in there. i hate when i snap at that sweet boy.
i thought to myself, "self, you should have bought that bottle of wine."
he's going back to daycare tomorrow, and i can't in good conscience send him there with underwear on. so. diapers it is. hello-four-year-old-moses-with-diapers-on.
i do feel like i wasted a perfectly good labor day weekend with astoundingly hard labor. but i gave it the best try i could, and after a short cry about it this afternoon, i'm okay with how it's turned out. i am confident that though mosey has nearly all of the readiness signs, he is just not ready. i think he'll have the desire to wear big boy pants and go on the potty as he wants more independence, but for now, when i ask him if he's a baby, he says simply, "yeah." and that's okay with me.
lovelove,
momma mia
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