I admit the potty train left the station roughly 2 and half 3 years ago, this doesn’t mean the memories have left.
I have had my share of brown packages left in random places in the house; sadly they were not tied with string, nor were they one of my favorite things. I have also had my share of racing down the aisles using the shopping cart as a skateboard, to get from one end of ginormous box store to the other, to get a kid to the potty on time.
I have also had a kid or three baptize the tires of my car while frantically stopped on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. I can’t imagine what you would do for little girls, squat in the grass maybe?
Gameboy the oldest was probably my most difficult challenge, albeit I was just as new to the potty training as he was. I never read any how to manuals. I just winged it and knew heavy bribing would be involved. I also knew that he would “get it” eventually, as it’s not like you see college age boys wetting themselves everyday -drunken frat boys don’t count.
By the time Bossy Boy the baby came along, the potty train was easy breezy. I say all this now looking back, as I’m pretty sure I wasn’t thinking that then. He was a stubborn little cuss, much harder to break than his brothers. I did have one ace up my sleeve for this one, daycare.
If ever one decides to wave the white flag of despair when it comes to potty training, sign your youngster up immediately for daycare. They’ll have him broken in no time.