Take Two

This weekend was potty training, take two. Last time was an utter disaster. Nothing was successful about it (except making me even more afraid to try again). I had decided to wait as long as possible to try again (hey our pediatrician said we had till at least three and a half before he would start to think I was even crazier than I already am). I was fully planning on taking that much time until Tripp had to succumb to peer pressure, or cousin pressure. He saw his super cool cousin using underwear and thought maybe that was a good idea for him as well. So we bit the bullet and went for it this weekend. And let me tell you- it is stressful (and apparently Tripp agrees)!!! 

I am exhausted because I feel like I am constantly watching him for any inclining of a sign that he might have to go to the bathroom so I can race him to the potty. Or I am calculating how long it has been since the last time he went to the bathroom in case I need to ask him if he needs to go again. And then there is the fact that you can not get anything done because you can not go anywhere. Because then you might be stuck, like me, on day four of feeling totally trapped in the house with a really big shopping list and trying to go to Wal-Mart as quickly as possible, in between toilet breaks. And then you get stuck in the longest line ever, and have a crying for seemingly no reason baby (which obviously negates my last post where I said she was happy all the time), and a toddler who decides to pipe up that he has to go to the bathroom. And instead of being excited that he told me, I just feel mad and wish he just had a diaper on, because that would make life so much easier. And then, pour into that mix some raging hormones that your body is trying to get under control because your baby decided to stop nursing (not to mention the pain that you are trying to get under control). And then, of course, a dose of reality hits. And I remember that being a mom is probably the hardest thing I have done and may ever do. It is exhausting, selfless (or supposed to be at least) and often, stressful! But nothing good ever comes without work. So work we will at this potty training stuff. And one day, I might be glad that my kid does not wear diapers. Until then, we will all just eat a lot of chocolate chip cookies as stress relief/potty rewards.

P.S. No need to worry about Tripp's man-hood being compromised based on the smallness of his undies. Those were left over from attempt #1. I have since gotten him underwear that actually fits.