Potty Talk

For me, there are few things worse than potty training. Sure, the first time they go, you are filled with a special kind of pride and excitement. But it speeds downhill from there.

First, there’s the self-imposed isolation while your child runs around naked for about 5 days. This was the hardest part for me. Max loved it, but we’ve already established how much he loves “naked.” Luke of course wanted to get in the game and I spent the entire week telling him to put his underwear on.

Then came the questions. Will he be able to do it again? Should I use pull-ups? Would that confuse him? What about Church? There are about 16 kids in the class and I’m not sure the teacher will remember. What if he has an accident in public? How long can we be out in public before I have to start looking for a potty? Will he ever learn to poop in the potty? It’s overwhelming and all-consuming.

The worst was when I took the potty with us when we went to visit friends last night. By the end of the evening, he must have made 10 trips, four successes and six false starts. To top it off, he couldn’t decide where he wanted his potty to be, so he kept moving it around their house. It was everywhere, including in the kitchen while we were having dinner. By the end of the night we were all tired of Max and his potty.

But, that’s were we are. We’re in the second week now and things are looking up. Hopefully in a few more weeks, we’ll be free and clear. Then I’ll be crying about how sad I am that I don’t have a baby in diapers anymore. You can’t win.