Don't judge too harshly, Gentle Reader. I'm taking a break.
You know the adage: When at first you don't succeed, try try again? Well. I'm not going to. I'm done for a while because I need a break.
Seriously. I admit, I'm a weak and tired woman. She has won this battle. I know I'll eventually win the war, but for now: RETREAT!!!!
"What??" you ask. Oh. Well. Miss O is potty training. Actually, we should more accurately say, Miss O is potty training me and I'm turning into the crazed she-devil mother with no patience. I'm trying to get her potty trained so she can go to pre-school in the fall. But does she care? Yes. Just not enough to tell me she needs to pee in the potty. Or poop for that matter. It's all up to me to send her to the bathroom, and if I don't? Yes. Urination on my floor.
So, we are taking our two steps back or whatever that cliche is, and letting her wear pull-ups again. She's just NOT ready; indeed, the resistance factor is so high that yesterday when I was wanting to change her from her nap pull-up back into her training pants, she wouldn't let me.
Because, Gentle Reader, it's not that she can't pee on the toilet. We have a near completed potty chart indicating successful times of being sent to the toilet to pee. So, she can sit and do her business. She's even had 3 successful poos in the commode...not that she's indicated she needs to poop, but that one of her parents have seen her assume the stance and run her to the seat, barely on time. So, see, it's that she WON'T pee on the toilet. She doesn't see the connect between "I have to pee now" and "I have to sit on the toilet." Or if she does, she doesn't want to. I have gone through many many many pair of trainer panties every day (let's not even talk about her shorts or pants)...I even put the plastic pants over them. And she just keeps peeing in them.
Ugh. I am worn out. Super J was all for keeping it up for 2 weeks...until yesterday, when he saw first hand how we ask her to go to the bathroom and get the "No!" and then 15 minutes later, she pees on the carpet.
When she figures out she wants to be trained, she will be. I have no doubt about that.
But in the meantime, I'm throwing in the towel. At least for another week or two. When, undoubtedly, we'll trytrytry again.
