Potty Training Sven: Day Three

Statistics

Number of accidents: 11
Times ended on the potty: 9
Times started on the potty: 3
Times self-initiated: 0
Times peed on Mom: 3
Ounces of Tang consumed: 36

Thoughts

It's a good thing today is over because sometime in the last hour I transformed from a rational being focused on a long-term (but achievable) goal into a raging maniac. I'm frustrated beyond reason; three days of this and Sven appears to be learning the wrong lesson. (Aka, "If I start to pee, Mom will whisk me off to the toilet and if I save back a few drops, I'll get a gummy bear!") How many more days of this are yet to come? I'm tired of being patient and upbeat. What a change from yesterday!

The last straw was when, while jumping and peeing on the couch, Sven whacked me in the nose with a book and then Soren laughed maniacally about it. The ungrateful wretches. Maybe I'll just give up on this mothering thing and let them grow up to be crude, uneducated slobs that wet their pants every couple of hours.

I'll feel better about it tomorrow.

Comments

Oozaroo said…

Just wait, it's a little early for potty training. Waiting until they're three is so much easier.

But thanks for making me laugh!

December 3, 2014 at 10:03 PM

Carolyn said…

Potty training later is definitely easier than potty training earlier. Soren was a piece of cake at almost three.

But then again, how do you judge the relative pain of early potty training vs. two kids in cloth diapers?

December 4, 2014 at 8:56 PM

Katherine Wolf said…

I laughed aloud at this. Hope you're well!

December 13, 2014 at 4:33 PM

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