I will tell you this because I tried the three-day-boot-camp, removed diapers except for nap and night time and encouraged our daycare to play along. I even traveled a thousand miles with 26-month old toddlers, brand new to potty training and every thirty minutes, my youngest (by three minutes) would say, "I need to go potty." And for all of that, for all of that, I still get an email last week telling me that the boys will need to start wearing pull-ups at school. OMG! I shit you not. Pun intended. I am so angry I had to call my mother, who assured me that this was normal and that her other twin grandchildren wore pull-ups to daycare for months. It didn't make me feel any better.
So lessons for today:
Potty training is for those who don't mind sitting for hours on end, watching their child sit on the toilet, then get up, because they are ah-done to find shit on the floor where the child has squatted in front of the bookshelf, while trying to pull out "Elmo's Potty Book." You know the irony is not lost on me.
I am shamed. I am tired. I am reading other people's blogs on potty training. I'm trying to figure out what I can possibly be doing wrong that my sons, who decidedly wanted to go on this potty training journey, could so easily mutiny without a care.
"Let them lead," the very awesome pediatrician told me, so I did. And still they lead. And still we are here.
I'm Kimberly. Single mother by choice. Soon to be wife. Holder of space. Maker of place. Mom. Mama. Mommy. Mitch. These are my thoughts, reflections, ideas and random observations about raising twin sons.
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