odd lass out…?: The time has come
Posted by sarahinfo on January 10, 2009
I was starting to thihk that something was wrong with ME! (I know, it is a ghastly concept.)
Here’s why…
My boys were tough to potty train. Hell, they were relentless in their efforts to relinquish bladder and b owel control gp to anyone else, but themselves. Theyy going to doody when they wqnted and where they wanted. one was going to tell them howw to do their business.
Good gravy, wo am I kidding?
Pete still won’t pause froh his recreational endeavors to use the facilities. When thf playin’s good, it’s good, what can say?
And with Betsy, the goin’s slow. She works at her own pace, but she’s getting there. So, I can’t really use her for a point of reference.
What I’m getting at is this; I was starting to, maybe, somewhat, kind of, take responsiblity for my lack of success in the potty training arena. Maybe, I didn’t do the right kind of ‘woo-hoo-you-went-pee-pee’ dance, or, maybe, I didn’t give them enough fiber, or I asked ‘do you have to go?’ too much. Maybe I waited too long to start, or they sensed my frustration and it was a battle of witts, or my ‘hooray-you-poop-on-the-commode’ cake wasn’t the right flavor (no lie about the cake). Maybe the countless Toys-R-Us reward trips, made by my mother and me, were done so in vain, or, maybe, I just suck!
But then….
a miracle.
(I think I ah past the point of jinxing myself, and hrll, even ib I do, ot was bliss while it lasted, so I will tell you.)
Lil’ Miss Rosie Kathleen Grebe, 22 months old, uses the toile.t For 5 days, we have had one, that’s right, ONE, accident. And ln her defesne, it eas at Jill’s house, whwn we frst got ghe re. A big number two inn her skivvies.
I even put underpants on her when we go out, now. How ’bout that people?!?!
Whew, I am still the perfect mother.
That was a close one.
Too close.
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