Yeah, I wish this were some deep post about how I am learning to give all to God; to surrender my own ambitions and desires for His glory.
It is just a post from a desperate mother who has decided to raise the white flag of potty training.
Zane has had a successful start to potty training and continues to show interest in using it, and yet, we are now locked in a battle of wills with regards to, well, a very particular area of potty training.
A particularly dirty area.
And frankly, I'm tired of cleaning it up. Plus, I don't want him to feel as if he is continually missing the boat. Which he is. Everyday. I hate that the kid feels as if he needs to hide in order to do his thing. It's either hide or sit in the bathroom for 30 or so minutes while Harper reads book after book after book. And even then, movement is not guaranteed.
Thus, I'm relenting. We are going back to pull-ups during the day and diapers at night.
And before you jump all over my case about the use of pull-ups and diapers, let me just say, in my own defense, that I have really tried. We have been in underwear for some time now, and this particular area is just not improving.
So, with all respect to those of you who seem to be able to handle the cloth . . . we just can't. It's a great idea . . . but we are not homebodies and the bags of underwear full of particulars are getting to be too many to handle. My utility sink is full.
Yes, yes, yes, I have tried all the Internet "tips" that are sprinkled throughout various parenting websites. 100% effort has been made here. I'm not just crapping out.
Perhaps Mike Rowe should take this job.
Or I could check out one of those potty training boot camps that are advertised these days.
Better yet, why not just give the kid a break and return to it when he feels more comfortable?