Sorry for the dramatic title but seriously fucking fuck potty training. Third attempt to potty train my three year old son in six months. Tried and given up twice before. Hey, we can wait. Another month or two in the scheme of things! No biggie! Reward charts, Paw Patrol pants, Pirate Pete book. Potties everywhere. Cool little toddler toilet seat. Unopened Christmas gifts for leverage. Treats at the ready. Useless.Now we’re in Covid lockdown, I thought, hey. The weather is good, we’re at home anyway, we’re outside. I’m going to NAIL this. Watch me. Iron will.HA.Two days in and he’s currently napping, back in a pull-up. I’m in bed in tears. Today, we had FOUR poopy accidents, eight changes of undies total and two of clothing, all before midday.I nearly fucking lost it. Did I mention I also have a four month old baby? My entire morning was shit, piss, tears and recriminations. I hate myself for getting frustrated with him when he was already upset, but even more so, for being disappointed in him. How awful is that? It’s like I’m taking it personally. I don’t know why this is hitting me on an emotional level but it is. All his friends are long trained. He’s the only one. WHY?? He’s so smart and a good communicator. He’s got the theory down. He either won’t or can’t recognise the feeling when he needs to go before it happens.So here I am giving up again. We’re both mentally exhausted. I hate being at loggerheads with him like this. I’m out of ideas and energy and this is bringing out my worst qualities as a mother. I’m crying again, with shame and disappointment. I’m a cunt mum. Am I a cunt mum?TLDR: 3yo refuses to potty train. I’m a cunt mum. via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/2WN4Buv
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