In the two short years of parenting I've got under my belt, I'm pretty sure potty training is the absolute hardest thing I've ever done. We're making small strides here at the Grundi household. But it's tough. I'm realizing I'm a control freak. I do not like feeling out of control of poop and pee.
To the uninitiated: when potty training, you let your kid run with just underroos or spankin-naked through the house. This is best done outside where it's okay to poop on the ground. But alas, it's fall and I don't have that luxury. So Lucy pees all over the house. I've learned that when she pees on the floor, she gets upset and then holds the rest in. So a little pee goes on the floor. Then about 10 minutes later, she does it again. And maybe one more time, 10 minutes after that.
So that's a grand total of three pairs of socks, three underpants, three pants and sometimes three shirts, depending on how long it is. Plus some wiping, crying and puddles tracked all around.
The toughest thing is the poop. I know I shouldn't do this, but when she poops in her underpants, I'm totally stunned. I don't know what to do. So I just throw the whole thing away. Underpants and all. I realize they could be salvaged, but I just have no idea how to clean them out good enough to even consider putting them in the machine. So they go right into the can.
By the end of the day, Lucy's pretty frustrated when she makes a mistake and will sometimes cry. Then we go back to diapers because I don't want her to start feeling down about it. And also, for my sake. After a full day of peeing on the floor, I'm tired of worrying about it.
There's been some major successes though. This morning she peed two times in a row in the potty. Then she peed on the floor. Twice. So it goes with potty training.