We’ve been counting down the days to the school holidays. Not only for the fact that being off work is brill, but because it seemed the perfect time to start potty training. Potty ready, big boy pants bought and a copy of Pirate Pete’s Potty and we were ready to go.
If you have seen any of my tweets over the past few days you’ll know it hasn’t exactly gone according to plan. In fact, it’s been a bloody disaster. To be honest, I’ve doubted a little that he was ready, but with my mother in law telling me how hubby’s sister was fully trained at 16 months I was started to feel a little bit under pressure.
O doesn’t seem to have the awareness of when he needs to go and this has been proved over the last couple of days. After 8 outfit changes on Monday and a flat out refusal to sit on his potty by the end of the day I was counting down the minutes until bedtime when I could legitimately stick his nappy back on (any ideas of tackling night time too were well and truly out of the window), put him to bed and reach for the wine!
A 5am wake up on Day 2 did not bode well. A grumpy tired toddler and a knackered mummy was not a good place to start. Even when I could get O to sit on the potty he wouldn’t do anything and within seconds of getting off would do a huge pee on the floor. There’s something a little heartbreaking about your tiny 2 year old telling you he’s too little for the potty yet!
Three pairs of pants later and after an increasingly desperate mum trying to bribe him with anything just to sit on his potty (I mean, who tries to bribe their son with breadsticks!!) we were both at breaking point. I was having flashbacks to the weaning stage when I sat bawling my eyes out because he wouldn’t eat my puréed avocado.
So f*ck it! Life’s too short to spend the summer holidays I’ve been so looking forward to trapped in the house for fear of accidents and with a traumatised toddler because his mum thinks he should be potty trained because a couple of her friends kids are.
Maybe I’m giving up too soon and maybe I’m taking the easy way out, but as his mum I feel he needs more time. His potty will still be hanging around, we’ll still be reading all about Pirate Pete, but I’ll take the pace a bit more from him and stop stressing us both out.
As they say, he’ll do it when he’s ready!
A huge thank you to the lovely ladies on Twitter and Instagram who have offered tips and advice, or just passed over some virtual wine. It’s all been very gratefully received!