What does it take to get a two year old on the potty? I don't know about you, but in this house it takes a whole slew of bribes and praises. How about milkshakes, movies, candy of all kinds, cars, and play dates with his best friend? Okay, so that might convince him to sit on the potty, but what about actually using it?! I am still working on that one. It's a good thing it is warm outside or we would all be crazy. Most of his accidents have happened outside until today.
I had lots of things planned out for today. Most of them being to attend to the house that was ignored all weekend due to all events surrounding the potty. There is lots of laundry to catch up on, dishes to wash, bathrooms to clean, the floors however are more sparkling clean than ever before. All such motivations, however, disapeared to the tune of the late day bells of 11am. Isn't the day over yet?? I mean, it could be 11PM right? Please? How many poops and puddles of pee have I cleaned up today? 20... no, it must be more than that.
My hands are not my own. They are purple gloves swishing swishing swishing over the floor. One more time. Now they are a pile of blankets stained with poop smears and soaked with pee.
Wait, I smell something.
WHERE IS THE POOP?! What? oh. the baby at least goes in her diaper where it belongs...
Shoot. Going back to diapers sounds easier for all of us.
But lo, I shall persevere.
Dadgumit.
(I don't think you want to see any pictures from today. gross.)
