Two toddlers walk into a bar...
... and proceed to compare stories of the ridiculous things their parents do in the name of potty training.
The ridiculous things I'VE done are paying off, I guess, sort of. The crazy bargains and the stupid songs I am ordered to sing while we are sitting, just sitting, waiting for something to happen. The time I spend sitting on the edge of the bathtub. The wierd way I end up talking about just how fabulous voiding is, and how wonderful life will be when she voids appropriately. The fact that we now visit the public bathroom everywhere we go, just to keep the conversation going and to prove that she truly can go anywhere she happens to be.
This is day three of The Great Underwear Campaign. A few accidents. A few successes. Quite a bit of time sucked up and away and out of my life, never to return.
She thinks the entire proceedings are hilarious. She thinks it's quite funny to tell me she has to go pee, and then sit there for 10, 15, 20, 25 minutes with nary a tinkle.
She mocks me.
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13 January 2010
It's All A Big Joke To Her
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We spent 15 minutes in a public bathroom with no handicap stall a few days ago.
I am afraid to type these words, but...yesterday H went all day without an accident, and so far today, the streak is going strong. If only he didn't need to be naked all the time to accomplish such results. That is what we are going to work on next, using the potty even if we have nice clean clothes to 'void' (I like it, I'm stealing it) in.
Oy. Yeah. Me and The Widget. We're there.
I feel your pain.
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