I was certainly on a high after potty training Big T! Three days, easy peazy, I thought I was it! Three years later, my cocky attitude in tow I attempted an encore performance for Lil J which was met with the complete opposite experience. Three days turned into nine months, tears, threats, anger and completed deflated, it was a struggle… oh yeah a struggle for him too.
Our school is pressuring me to train The Boss Man, who is almost three, therefore not three, hence not yet in the “I cannot believe he is still in a diaper” age. Kinda… I am no rush, and choosing not to feel rushed by the school, other judgey moms, my children’s grandparents, and so on. I have my reasons to wait:
- He’s a baby! Okay well he’s not a baby, but he is our last child and therefore our baby. I don’t want to rush anything, including this.
- I’m traumatized by my last experience. If there is anything a child can do to bring you to your knees, make you promise the moon, test your marriage, your sanity, and bring you to depression and defeats front door, it is to fight you every step of the way in potty training. In fact, Lil J won this battle so well he should have gotten a medal!
- Diaper’s catch it all. I truly believe I have scrubbed enough poop out of underwear and pee out of the carpet for lifetimes to come. The best are accidents in the car seat, in a pair snow pants, and of course the bed. I am certain that I managed enough man poop (no small turds here) accidents to get my own medal of honour.
- Having to go in public. Using public restrooms or washrooms in other people’s houses takes my anxiety to levels unheard of. I have already explained on many occasions my absolute hate for taking my kids to the bathroom and the thought of dragging not two, but three boys there makes my palms sweaty.
- Life is busier now. Let’s face it, it was a whole different ball game when we had one child. Now between school, soccer, karate, and weekend birthday parties, who can be tethered to the house to follow my son around bare bum to see if he’ll hide in a corner silently taking care of business?
- I’m still wiping asses. Really I am still wiping butts when my other boys announce “Mooooom I’m dooooonnnneee” waiting patiently for Mom to appear and wipe. I mean it’s still wiping a bum but just in a different position, right? It’s still going to happen when you are fast asleep, sit down to eat, or on the phone.
As eager as I am to be diaper free in household, I am more interested in keeping my sanity. I am really in no rush, and am confident he won’t be showing up for his first day of high school in a diaper.