I will admit outright that I will be somewhat whining in this post but I am truly trying to find the good in the situation. I currently find myself spending extended periods of time sitting on a cold tile bathroom floor reading and rereading about Lightning McQueen and his friends. I forgot how much potty training was really like parent training in the beginning. None the less, here we are, day 2 with the knowledge that if I turn back it's not like he is going to do this by himself anytime soon.
I am starting have flashbacks to potty training the girls. The oldest was torture. That first day was a nightmare--13 pairs of wet underwear and a mini chopper broken in frustration during dinner preparation. The days got better and quickly we were done but those first couple days were hard. I believe her brother will be very similar. The middle was a breeze--she decided and it was done. Oh how much I appreciate the middle child!
As I sit here frustrated, wishing for more success, I am trying to find some positives for the experience because unless there is a plan we're not aware of, this will be our last round of potty training.
- The ultimate goal of diaper freedom in our home! No more diaper bags, dirty diapers, wipes, pungent diaper pails that always seem to be overflowing.
- Spending more time with my little boy. Normally during the day, I work and he plays. I am intentionally trying to work less these days because I know that I need to keep a close eye on his needs. I can honestly say that I haven't read this many books to him in quite a while.
- Building confidence within my son. Potty training is hard work. It is a skill that has to be mastered. This gives me the opportunity to teach him a difficult task in a way that builds his self confidence. I need to remember this part as the days wear on and the wet diapers continue!