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She Started It
Let me just start this post by saying that my oldest daughter is 7 years old and I did not play a large role in potty training her. I delegated this task to the babysitters that cared for her while I was at work and school all day and most of the evenings.
One of the to-dos on my list this summer is to potty train my little monster.
I figured I would start this task in late June after my oldest was done with school and we could spend all day at home close to one of the three bathrooms in our house.
As usual, my monster had other plans.
Last week, a couple days before her second birthday, she started demanding â€œpottyâ€ and trying to lead me into the bathroom.
At first I thought this was lifeâ€™s way of playing a joke on me because there was no way she knew what it meant to go potty since I hadnâ€™t started teaching it to her yet.
I resisted taking her to the bathroom because I was too lazy to get up she couldnâ€™t know what she was saying. She kept yelling. I kept saying no. It was a battle of who could be the loudest and go the longest.
The winnerâ€¦.was the monsterâ€¦of course.
She spent the first day plopped on the porcelain throne for hours. Yes, I said hours.
She thought it was the greatest place in the world.
Her sister even turned on music and danced in the bathroom while the monster sat on the toilet.
I brought my yoga ball in there so I had a place to sit down.
There were several fits when I attempted to remove her.
Yet nothing came out. It was just a cool new place for us all to hang out.
I was less than pleased. I also think at one point I told my almost 2 year old â€œto piss or get off the potâ€ (very grown up of me, I know).
Finally at 10:00 that night she let out a little tinkle, tinkle.
I celebrated with clapping and cheering that I think people in the next town could hear.
She was proud. And she finally removed herself from the throne.
The next day, this process started all over again. (Thankfully this day was also #wineparty so I could drown my sorrow with wine and enough tweets to send me to #Twitterjail).
I realized that she is serious about potty training.
I have no idea what to do.
I was not prepared for this event for at least another month.
But she started it.
So I will finish it.
Please send wine.