All was going well in the potty training business until yesterday. Even though he was wetting the bed during his naps and bedtime, I didn't mind so much because he was consistently going on the toilet during the times he was awake. However, yesterday he had several accidents and pretty much all of them were my fault.
After the obligatory early morning accident in his crib, the next one was when he was eating breakfast. He was trying to tell me he needed to go, but I couldn't hear him over the espresso bean grinder (priorities you know). The next two times were at a friends house, where I was too busy talking to catch him in time. He peed on her carpet, which was quite embarrassing, though I knew she understood, being she just potty trained her two year old last week. Then he peed during his nap, even though he went on the toilet right beforehand. Then after dinner he was playing outside and despite the fact that I was following him around, I was talking on the phone and therefore missed my opportunity to get him to the bathroom. I caught him staring in wonder at the puddle on the dirt, like "How did that water get there?" Being the good mom that I am, I just ignored it and kept talking to my friend (ironically, we were discussing potty training.) Next, we were sitting on my bed, watching his favorite program, Jeopardy!, when I smelled the distinct odor of urine. Sure enough he had peed and wouldn't you know it, I forgot to put the waterproof pad beneath him. It soaked through the quilt, blanket, sheets, and mattress pad. So while I am doing the third load of laundry for the day (the first two being his nighttime bedding and his naptime bedding respectively) I start to make up his crib, yet again, so he can go to bed. I pick him up and tell him it's time to go potty and I realize that he has already gone. I frantically look around his carpeted bedroom for the scene of the accident, and not seeing any I head to our bedroom. Sure enough, there on the bare mattress, is the tell-tale sign of a potty training mishap. So I change his underwear AGAIN and this time I put a plastic diaper cover over them, hoping that it will minimize the mess, without having to resort to full on diapers again (since I did claim that we were done with them.) I turn the lights out, close his door, and have a good cry about the frustration of it all while doing my best to clean my mattress. I do all the laundry, finish the dishes, woefully eat the frozen yogurt that my wonderful husband got me to cheer me up, watch some tv and then head for bed. First we check on Benjamin to see if he is wet and sure enough, he's soaked. I take the top sheet off, change his underwear, cover him up, and finally go to bed myself. 6:30 this morning, he wakes up and, surprise, surprise, he is wet. I change him and to his intense displeasure, put him back to bed. He is so upset about this that he pees. Again. So I change him for the thousanth time and resign myself to another day of laundry, tears, and frustration.
And that is my tale of potty training failure. Mine, not Benjamin's.
After the obligatory early morning accident in his crib, the next one was when he was eating breakfast. He was trying to tell me he needed to go, but I couldn't hear him over the espresso bean grinder (priorities you know). The next two times were at a friends house, where I was too busy talking to catch him in time. He peed on her carpet, which was quite embarrassing, though I knew she understood, being she just potty trained her two year old last week. Then he peed during his nap, even though he went on the toilet right beforehand. Then after dinner he was playing outside and despite the fact that I was following him around, I was talking on the phone and therefore missed my opportunity to get him to the bathroom. I caught him staring in wonder at the puddle on the dirt, like "How did that water get there?" Being the good mom that I am, I just ignored it and kept talking to my friend (ironically, we were discussing potty training.) Next, we were sitting on my bed, watching his favorite program, Jeopardy!, when I smelled the distinct odor of urine. Sure enough he had peed and wouldn't you know it, I forgot to put the waterproof pad beneath him. It soaked through the quilt, blanket, sheets, and mattress pad. So while I am doing the third load of laundry for the day (the first two being his nighttime bedding and his naptime bedding respectively) I start to make up his crib, yet again, so he can go to bed. I pick him up and tell him it's time to go potty and I realize that he has already gone. I frantically look around his carpeted bedroom for the scene of the accident, and not seeing any I head to our bedroom. Sure enough, there on the bare mattress, is the tell-tale sign of a potty training mishap. So I change his underwear AGAIN and this time I put a plastic diaper cover over them, hoping that it will minimize the mess, without having to resort to full on diapers again (since I did claim that we were done with them.) I turn the lights out, close his door, and have a good cry about the frustration of it all while doing my best to clean my mattress. I do all the laundry, finish the dishes, woefully eat the frozen yogurt that my wonderful husband got me to cheer me up, watch some tv and then head for bed. First we check on Benjamin to see if he is wet and sure enough, he's soaked. I take the top sheet off, change his underwear, cover him up, and finally go to bed myself. 6:30 this morning, he wakes up and, surprise, surprise, he is wet. I change him and to his intense displeasure, put him back to bed. He is so upset about this that he pees. Again. So I change him for the thousanth time and resign myself to another day of laundry, tears, and frustration.
And that is my tale of potty training failure. Mine, not Benjamin's.
You can totally blame one of those accidents on me for distracting you from the task at hand. Oops. Hang in there. He is doing so well. And remember he's only 20 months.
ReplyDeleteThanks Katy. I needed that. Today is a new day!
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