Who’s afraid of the big bad potty, the big bad potty, the big bad potty or however that ditty goes? Me, that’s who. I’m staring down the long end of a potty-training bootcamp – planned for Labor Day weekend – and I’m shaking in my capris. I’ve set plenty of unfulfilled potty-training deadlines since my daughter was 18 months old. They came, they went, I wistfully waved them goodbye.
When I was pregnant with my second, my fantasy, I mean goal, was to get my toddler out of diapers before the end of my maternity leave. One potty-training book later, and a little pregnancy-induced sciatic pain coupled with hemorrhoids and I chucked that goal out the window. Then I decided to link a diaper D-day with a major milestone – my youngest’s birthday. My thinking went like this, “If I can knock one out of diapers, and both will be done with formula and bottles, life will get that much easier (not to mention the freed up cash flow).” My baby’s first birthday is next weekend. I don’t even have the cake ordered much less a diaper-free toddler.
I’m certainly not looking forward to wiping pee-dribbled legs or cleaning up poop-filled panties. Being tethered to a toilet is not my idea of a fun holiday weekend. But, as a fan of self-help books, I’m trying to keep my mind’s eye focused on the positives and they are this:
- I will rejoice in my daughter’s triumphant shouts of “I DID IT!”
- Then, awash in M&M afterglow, my daughter will smile with contentment and I’ll feel a lion’s share of mommy pride all the way down to my toes.
- And finally, we’ll declare her new panties the most beautiful things ever and banish diapers to sleep times.
So there, I’m really, really committed this time and you can hold me to it. Bring on the potty training tips, the stories, and commiserate girlfriend because this mama could use the lift!