Wed 13 Jun 2012
It’s not just on the kiddos, y’all.
I’ve admitted on more than one occasion I have no real desire to potty train my child, even as much as I understand why it needs done. Blah, blah, blah. I get it. It’s not that I don’t want him potty trained. Lord knows it would make life easier. I just don’t want to deal with it. Its hard. The battles, the screaming, the TEARS, and the struggle have left me throwing my hands in the air and grabbing the wine at 9am.
Does that make me a difficult parent? Probably. Are you giving me the side eye? Yeah, I know.
Nathan will be 3 at the end of August. He’s showing signs of wanting to potty train, but honestly could care less. When we do sit him on the potty he goes, and is super excited, but has no desire to ever re-visit the potty. He likes going in to wash his hands, and really that’s about it. Well and wearing his undies. He does like those.
I’m getting random emails from good meaning companies saying how my child should be just about potty trained, and good for you for getting him there! I’ve got daycare telling me he’s ready, and how he gives her no trouble going when he’s there. I’m seeing a huge handful of twitter mamas (I swear its all of them) successfully potty training their kids with little struggle, and I just feel defeated.
I know it’s not everyone.
I know potty training is HARD.
I know other mamas who have struggled with it.
I know eventually we will get there and he won’t be in college in his diapers – though sometimes it sure feels like it.
We tried him in pull ups and he wandered around in them wet. With no desire to change them.
We’ve tried setting a timer, and that scared the bejeesus out of him. Pro tip: Kitchen timers are LOUD. Try something else. I became a target for him to take out his frustrations, and he started hitting me when I was putting him on the potty. Not cool.
We’ve hi-fived and made it exciting for him.
We’ve bribed with M&M’s.
We’ve bribed with hershey kisses.
We’ve promised humungous popsicles for a poop in the potty.
And, nada. Unless he’s forced which I’m not terribly comfortable with.
I can’t be the only one out there who feels defeated and clueless when it comes to this – can I?