THE. WORST. EVER.
That about sums it up. Potty training is the worst. In my mind it was going to be easier this time around. I’ve gone through it with one kid already. I should be prepared the second time around.
The second time around is just as annoying. My oldest son was not in daycare while being potty trained. My husband and I had a front row seat for all of his triumphs, trials and accidents. This little one is following a different path. He is in daycare during his potty training season. “We will have help”, I said. “This will be great”, I said. While we do have help this time around, it has proven to not make it any easier.
Here’s the scoop.
Rian came running down the hallway to greet me with the biggest grin on his face. His teacher proudly reported that he had been in underwear all day! He didn’t even have an accident during naptime. When she asked me to bring in underwear I thought it was a bad joke. (So much so that it took me 2 weeks to actually buy some.) There was no way this kid that I lived with was that close to being potty trained. He had been in these underwear all day. The joke was on me! He got a strong side-eye from me that day. My response to him was “So, you know what this means you have to do when you get home?”
“Yes, I get a treat!”
Negative! “No, you have to use the potty.” He assured me he would not pee nor poop in his pants. We get home and celebrate his first full day in underwear. High-fives all the way around! Not even 5 minutes later he comes around the corner saying his leg was wet. He tried to convince me it was water from a magic cup I didn’t give him. Still trusting the accident-free kid I picked up from daycare, after making him sit on the potty for a few minutes, I changed him into another pair of underwear. This turned out to be a MAJOR mistake.
This little boy came back around the corner about fifteen minutes later, leaving a trail of poop behind him. Brand new underwear went from the pack, to his but then straight to the trash in a matter of minutes.
Now, I’m a failure of a mom.
How could he be perfectly potty trained at school (this streak lasted for days after this) and then get amnesia the minute he crosses the threshold of our home?! I shared my frustrations with a co-worker and she shared that she too looked at her daughter’s teacher crazy when she said she was doing great with her potty training. Here I was thinking that daycare would be the answer to my potty training nightmares. Turns out, it’s not. But, it was helpful to know I was not alone. Moms think we’re the only ones that have ever experienced certain mom fails. The lie detector test determined that is a lie. Every time I throw away another perfect good pair of underwear I will remember that I am not alone.
This is just the beginning. Your prayers are appreciated.