Okay, I didn’t want to admit this, but I am a novice to potty training. Honestly. I didn’t train the cellist, my mom and husband did. I lived happily not having to worry about rushing a toddler to the toilet or remembering if they even WENT to the toilet in the first place. There was an ignorance is bliss thing going on with me during that time. No accidentally wetting mommy’s pant leg, or having to get up and change sheets in the middle of the night for me with the cellist. Dad took care of it ALL. Oh, and Mor-Mor.
Fast forward eight years and we have Papa Nicholes,Mama Nicholes and a VILLAGE trying to potty train the Ladybug. For the most part, she’ll stay dry ALL day, and then right before bed we have an accident. I think that it is to honestly show us that she is still in charge of her body while
Mr. Gullible I mean, Papa Nicholes thinks that she just hasn’t gotten the hang of going to the potty. *insert side eye here* The Ladybug is entirely too in control of her body. She reminds me of a female version of Stewie from Family Guy – well without the underlying conflict of homosexuality and the desire to kill me ( I think.) So far, we’ve gone every day for the last five days with staying dry until at LEAST 10 o’clock in the evening – and then somewhere a bell chimes and she lets loose the floodgates of her loins. Did I mention that she also stays dry the entire night she sleeps? Yeah, she’s in complete control of her body. We’re just here to do her will.
So, my question to all of your professionals is:
How did you manage?
Am I more frustrated because I’m pregnant?
Is she boycotting because I’m pregnant?
What’s some good advice that I can follow?
Please, please help us out here! I can not fathom having THREE little ones in dipes!