That is, sleep training and potty training.
Cubby is doing quite well with the whole bed transition, but still requires my presence outside his door pretty much until he falls asleep at naptime or bedtime. Which means I spend a good hour of my day perched on a stool, telling him to go to sleep every time he asks, "Mommy?" Except it's not a good hour. Obviously. Also, he randomly wakes up at times like 10 p.m. or 4 a.m. with several "Mommy?"s in a row, which I answer through the door (our rooms adjoin) without getting out of bed until he gives up and goes back to sleep.
Then yesterday we began the Potty Training.
Anyone who has ever done this knows it deserves capital letters. And if you had one of those (mythical, I am convinced) children who threw aside the diapers one day and never looked back, with nary a soaked pair of pants or puddle on the floor as a souvenir of those baby days, well . . . I don't want to hear it. I have seven pairs of small pants, nine pairs of tiny underwear, and one pair of socks in the washing machine right now, all the result of yesterday's adventures.
He's actually doing pretty well and it's clear he's ready to do this, but goddamn, does this ever suck for the parent in charge of the training. I would like to publicly thank my mother for doing this for me (and my dad, though I suspect he was a lesser figure in the whole thing). Talk about the unappreciated aspects of parenthood. Sitting in a bathroom for several hours a day, working up outrageous enthusiasm for gross bodily functions, is nothing anyone prepares you for.
Anyway, as you can see, my life is far from entertaining for others at the moment, so bear with me until I emerge on the other side of these small trials of toddlerhood. Back to our regularly scheduled country living soon. I hope.
8 comments:
LOL!!! Hang in there, Girl! This too shall pass!!!
Urinating in the out-of-doors is usually fascinating for boys, you know, aiming at a target.
I still can't believe I have a potty trained child. Good luck, my friend.
Good luck. Be strong.
With this wonderful Spring weather, keep that boy outdoors and teach him which bushes he's allowed to pee on! :D It's one of the advantages of country living. Just be sure to teach him to stay far far away from poison ivy. When my youngest was 3 we had to take a trip to the doctor he won't EVER forget. I think he was afraid they were going to have to cut a certain part of his anatomy off it looked so bad! lol
Oh no, don't leave us out of this. :)
Country living includes raising the children. He has been most entertaining. :) Beth
Did I ever tell you that my mother, who was our nanny, potty trained my children? Both of them. I know. I should lose my motherhood badge. But, damn, it was great.
Oh MY GOD. From the other side of the country - I SO hear you right now.
Today I was in and out of the bathroom with the Tot so many times you would think both of us ate an ecoli sandwich with a salmonella chaser.
Yet - almost all of that time was spent doing nothing but watching a tiny person trying to pee in the potty. With me cheerfully standing by, offering directions/moral support.
I should email my Ma and extend my (belated) thanks.
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