Anyone want to come potty train my kid? I mean, Hubby and I got the air conditioners in okay by ourselves, but I think this potty training thing is beyond us.
He's had a couple of minor improvements. He's kind of peed on the potty twice and has twice asked to sit on the potty (after he's already wet himself). Considering he refused to even sit on the potty this morning, it's an improvement. But, he's had about six "accidents" and for those of you following along that means I've had to dress my child at least seven times today. We spent 40 minutes tonight trying to find something he'd wear to bed. Normally, he's in bed about eight, tonight he got to bed about five minutes ago (9:15). Granted, we started the whole bedtime process later than normal, but he napped until five. We won't go into why nap was so late (gee, maybe because lunch wasn't until 1 because someone always takes longer to run errands than he thinks he's going to).
So, I'm about at my wits end and I've got another day of this. (I'm trying not to think about what Monday morning is going to be like when I have to send him into school in a pull-up because he's still peeing before he gets on the potty, and we haven't even had a bm today.) I've tried to make this as fun as I can and I've tried to not be angry and get frustrated, but I've about had it. I haven't even done anything fiber-related today. I spent naptime fixing some AV problems caused by other members of this family.
Yes, I'm feeling bitter and resentful and close to tears. But, isn't that what motherhood's all about?
You know what's most ironic. B had a small ball of cotton yarn that I'd wound off trying to fix a mess Molly had made (she still likes to kill yarn balls when she gets a chance). He was wrapping it around the dining room this morning while I finished the paper and he had his first accident. Poor little yarn ball went into the garbage.