I’ve told you about trying to potty train Hannah before. I’m so over it. It’s been months. Actually, I first tried to potty train her a year ago. A YEAR! Granted I wasn’t trying that whole time (because of this, but still….
The whole thing is just driving me nuts. She pees on the potty, but refuses to poop on it. She’s been pee potty trained for months. But she’s only pooped on the toilet or potty a handful of times. I know she knows how. I know she knows when she needs to.
Once Hannah was in the bathtub and she told me she had to poop. I put her on the toilet and she did a giant poo. She knew that if she pooped in the bath she’d have to get out, the bath would need to be cleaned, she’d have to stand there like a drowned rat for a bit, and then she’d have to get back in. So she told me she had to poop. See, I knew she knew….
Now she wears her big girl underpants because a) she wants to, and that must be a step in the right direction. Right? b) if I put her in a pull up, she’ll get lazy and just pee in it because she knows she can, and c) it’s cheaper than her being in nappies or pull-ups all the time.
But as I said, she pees in the potty, and poops in…her underpants. Sigh. Sometimes the poop is a little bit squidgy. Depends on what she eats I suppose. Have you ever tried to get a little-bit-squidgy poop out of underpants? It’s hard. And disgusting. And messy. Ick.
The whole thing is just driving me crazy! I’m so sick of cleaning up crap. Well, her crap. Daniel’s is ok, he’s too young to think about potty training. She’s nearly three. THREE! It’s so embarrassing changing her poopy pull-ups (Ok, fine, she wears pull-ups when we’re out. Imagine having to deal with the poo underpants in public) in the parents room at the shopping centre. She lays there, speaking full, proper sentences, while I wipe her butt.
I imagine everyone in the room is staring at me, wondering why my child, who is so clearly too old to not be potty trained, is laying there in soiled pull-ups. Seriously, so embarrassing.
I asked her why she won’t poop on the toilet. And you know what she said?
“I’m still a little girl Mommy. When I’m three, I’ll be a big girl and I will poop in the toilet. I will poop in the toilet for my birthday.”
At least it’s only one month until her birthday. One month exactly. And knowing my stubborn, strong-willed daughter, she will do just that. She will poop on the toilet the day she turns three. At least I hope so. If not, I think I might pull my hair out.
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