This week is midterm week in my two classes. My brain is full of words like collusion, anti-trust, mergers, and expectation-performance gaps. It’s taking up valuable brain space and I’m having a difficult time transitioning back to normal words. Forgive me.
So, after our last potty training catastrophe, I gave it a little break. I told Kate that they no longer made big M&M’s, they only made mini-M&M’s, and then suddenly they just stopped making them at all. It sort of solved that problem. We just need to avoid the candy aisle for the next ten years. Also, a couple of weeks ago, she really wanted to go into the three-year old Sunday School room at church. I told her that was only for kids who didn’t wear diapers. End of discussion. She really wants to be in that room. She found her own motivation, uninfluenced by me.
So, last Friday she just decided she was ready to potty train. She started using the potty, asks every time, hasn’t had an accident since, and has stayed dry every night. I am NOT kidding you. The optimist in me is totally giddy and thankful it was so easy. (Beth, please don’t hurt me.) The realist in me understands how this all played out. Kate very adamantly showed us she would do what she wanted, when she wanted, in her own darn time, thankyouverymuch. I'm not a fortune teller, but I think this means really big problems for the next 18 years.
The one problem I’ve encountered with having a potty trained toddler is the archenemy, the public toilet. Kate doesn’t like public toilets because THEY DON’T HAVE A LID, THEY DON’T HAVE A LID MOM. Poor kid doesn’t realize the lack of a lid is the least worry to have about a public toilet. Also, do you realize how difficult it is to sit a tiny toddler on a public toilet? You know, with that big gaping hole in the front? If there isn't a product on the market to combat this, someone better get on that, STAT! It is impossible to conquer without one, or both of you, touching some part of the toilet. That is something I’ve spent my adult life avoiding contact with.