Time wasting with potty
My baby is almost two…I can’t imagine how time flies. And I can’t believe how uninterested I’ve become in the whole potty training thing. I was once eager and full of hope for a future devoid of poopy diapers. That hope has turned into non-chalance. Whenever. I don’t care. [Is this what happens to you when you attempt to potty train a child that is not ready? Or when you think success with one child had something to do with your training ability?]
But Baby Brother has now decided that it is time to aggravate his pottied-out mom. When it’s time to give him a bath in the morning, he calls out “Potty. Potty.” With a look of determination on his face, he gets his potty seat, places it on the toilet, positions his step stool so he his able to step up and then calls for help in getting off his diaper. I feel like telling him “No potty. No!” But Hope whispers and tells me, “maybe today is the day.”
I help him sit, while watching the time. We should be taking advantage of every minute to get ready and get out. We don’t have time to waste sitting on the potty doing nothing. “Book”, he requests while holding out a hand. I call out to his big sister to get him a book. He babbles happily as he flips through the pages. When he’s satisfied, he calls out “Done.” He looks very happy. But Hope had lied. I talk to him like he’s a big boy. I tell him that the potty is for real business, not reading books. He smiles at me in a mommy-just-doesn’t-get-it way. Precious minutes have been wasted.
We finish getting ready and on our way to the door, a message is delivered to my nose…something stinks.
