Potty Training

Grrrrrrr. Exasperated sigh! AHHHHHHHHH!

There are other words and expressions of frustration that might better illustrate our feelings on potty training, but we don’t want our children growing up to be “potty mouths.”

See? See what endless hours locked in a bathroom is doing to me? I am resorting to making awful puns!

After months…and I mean months…of trying to get Benjamin to use the potty, I snapped. Halfway through the day last Thursday, I said “Diapers no more!” And, I meant it, much to Benjamin’s surprise. There were plenty of arguments, tears and tantrums…from everyone in this house during the ensuing days. We were giving up all hope, when suddenly… “**it” happened. Yes, ladies and gentlemen… Benjamin finally pooped on Monday!

So, we immediately packed everyone into the car and drove straight to Chic-fil-A for a milk shake. I don’t care for alcohol, but I probably could have been driven to drink if I had been locked in that bathroom much longer than those miserable FOUR hours. Instead, I indulged in a large chocolate milk shake and fries. Benjamin slurped happily on his milkshake, insisting that Papa would have gotten him one, even if he hadn’t pooped. He happily told anyone who would listen about his good news. “I pooped on the potty!”

I wish I could say it has been smooth sailing since Monday. But, it has not. Benjamin refused to poop Tuesday, claiming he had already accomplished this task. Wednesday, we argued all day about it until he pooped (after I put him to bed) in his pull up. Today, we are back to no poop. To his credit, he went all day today without any accidents. So, perhaps we are making progress. If not, I may develop a nervous twitch…or be forced to join chocoholics anonymous. My name is Lindsey, and I just ate a half gallon of ice cream in 48 hours. If I had a bag of dark chocolate covered pretzels right now, they would be gone.

To be continued…