Ok, so I’m not gonna lie. After a full day of potty training, I am weary. Should have probably taken that nap with Vann when Charlie was “napping” – I’d be feeling a lot better right now. The baseline: went through 8 pairs of panties, tee-tee’d in the potty twice, tee-tee’d on the tile floor twice, tee-tee’d on the leather couch once…you get the idea.
She’s passed out cold now, weary herself from a full day of living and breathing potties, whereas before today, she existed in the blissful world of absorbency.
I think that Vann is handling all of this better than me – and I’m sitting here thinking, “What the heck is wrong with me?” I think it’s probably a mixture of things:
–Having to be “on” her all day. I’m used to Charlie being pretty independent. Now I feel like a tee-tee superspy – the kid looks at me funny and I’m racing across the room to pull her panties down and check for dryness.
–Pressure. I admit it. Charlie is one of the last of her friends to be potty trained, and I feel it. I’m REALLY trying to reconcile this, honestly, I am. After reading “Toilet Training in Less Than A Day” (yes, this book does exist), I’m left feeling defeated and wondering if she’ll EVER get it – forgetting the fact that this is the very first day the kid has ever gone without a diaper.
–And finally…selfishness. Oh yeah. Keep in mind that we sent Ella to Mimi’s house for a reason: potty training. All I can think about is what I can get done around here with just one child, and guess what? Not so much. Gotta tough it out and be at home and let Charlie learn how to do this. Gotta give the girl grace. Gotta give myself grace.
But isn’t this really a lesson in control, for all involved? Charlie, Me…letting go of it and letting it just be? Knowing that she won’t be in diapers in middle school and she will eventually know when she needs to tee-tee and poo-poo and I won’t even have to ask her.
Vann just went to pick up sushi for us, as a reward for our valiant effort today. I don’t know how much closer to a diaper-free world we are…better get some good sleep tonight and start fresh in the morning…This is Tee-Tee Superspy, signing off.
Dear Tee-Tee Superspy—Sometime all mother's/maybe dad's feel they are being defeated by our little bundle of joy. The tee-tee and poo-poo comes as the brain and nerves get little Charlie to know what the act feels like before tee-tee and poo comes. Then, hurrah Charlie has it!!!!!!!!! Don't get angry it all works out. As the spy says,"Gotta give the girl grace. Gotta give myself grace." Love ya!!!!!
Not the last here, we are still working with Everett. No pressure from me!