Potty Training Stinks
I hate potty training. Things are not going well but I refuse to go back and put my 4-year-old back in diapers. He will not tell us when he needs to go (unless of course we’re at Target, a restaurant, or the playground) and if we don’t take him every hour or so he has an accident.
Take the other day for instance. I picked him up from school and saw that he had different pants on. Sure enough, the teacher said he had an accident. We went across town to pick up his brother and I made him use the bathroom before leaving. Then we went to the libray. I knew I was risking it. We’ve started the routine of sitting on the potty to go #2 every day after school and just for today I thought we could sneak in a trip to the library. I’m sure you can tell where this story is going. While there, the boys were in one aisle and I was in the other. I thought I smelled a familiar odor. I went in search of Max and sure enough saw him standing bowlegged with a small puddle on the floor under him. “Poops!”, he said with a grin. Great. I hurried him along, as well as a now-screaming Ben because he wasn’t ready to leave. I left Ben in the aisle and went to quickly check out the books. I was imagining everyone wrinkling their noses and thinking “doesn’t that woman know her child just took a dump in his pants?” Then, he says “Hands!” and I look over and see that he now has poops on his hands. OMG! Thankfully I’m done checking out so I whisk all of us into the bathroom pleading with Max not to touch anything. In some sort of luck, there happened to be an empty plastic shopping bag on the floor (because of course all of my “supplies” like wipes and bags were in the car) so I put toilet paper over the grab bar so he could hold onto something (why I didn’t wash his hands first, I have no idea) emptied his underwear into the toilet, cleaned him up the best I could and tossed the underwear in the plastic bag.
When we got home, I put him in the shower and cleaned him up, had him use the bathroom again and was ready for a fresh start to our evening. Then, about an hour later, he was at the play kitchen when I glanced over and saw another huge puddle on the floor. It’s really, really hard to not get upset and frustrated. It’s really hard to pretend that it’s ok and not a big deal that these accidents keep happening.
He showed all the signs of being ready. We have a consistent routine. We bought what feels like 1,000 pairs of underwear featuring Yo Gabba Gabba, Super Why, Toy Story and Thomas the Tank Engine. But, he is still having accidents and I’m growing weary of carrying extra clothes in my bag, the car, and supplying mulitple pairs for both school and the child care center. Any ideas?