“When you’re three you don’t have peepees and poopoos in a diaper.” C proclaimed two weeks before her birthday.
“That’s right.” M and I were quick to acquiesce, secretly hoping that potty training would in fact be that easy. For two weeks C kept repeating her mantra and we kept agreeing. Then it was her birthday and she spent most of the day without a diaper. She even peed in the toilet once, a first for her, and my heart sang. Maybe, just maybe it was going to be that easy.
This morning when M pulled her out of bed he took off her night time diaper and out of habit put a clean one back on. C took advantage of the situation and pooped, but was fine when I didn’t put another diaper back on. One little accident later and we were ready to leave the house for the day.
“Do you want to wear a diaper or underwear to daycare?” I asked, fully intending to let her call the shot.
“OK.” I was a little leery of the reception my one day potty trained now 3 year old was going to get at daycare, but there was no way I was going to dampen her excitement and risk a setback.
I checked in on her when I picked up the baby after lunch. She’d had a tiny tinkle on the potty and that was that. She woke up from her nap dry(She wore a diaper to bed.) and she didn’t pee all afternoon. I convinced her to sit on the potty before getting into her pajamas, but despite the half hour we spent in the bathroom, the promise of chocolate, and liberal applications of Hello Kitty tattoos, no pee was forthcoming. I’m sure she let lose as soon as the night time diaper was fastened. That kid sure can hold it.
And now we’re exactly where I’d hoped we’d never be: the battle of wills. I’m trying so hard not to care. I’m trying hard to be very ‘what will be will be’ about the whole situation, but it’s so hard not to get irked when I know she’s just holding it in and it’s just a new tactic to get me to spend time with her. If I want to get her to sit on the potty I have to be in there with her and she’s lapping up the attention. Attention I don’t always have time to lavish on her the rest of the day.
I sense that I’m going to need lots of patience and deep breaths over the coming weeks. Lots and lots of deep breaths… and lysol wipes too.
Have I asked you to wish me luck yet? Could you send chocolate and patience too?