Potty training is HARD WORK. The potty training period may only be for a short period of time but places a lot of extra pressure on busy parents, especially when there’s an older sibling to look after (or more? And maybe a younger one, too? Argh! The mind boggles…).
I’m currently in the process of potty training my 2 ½ year old girl, with her 4 ½ year old sister in tow. I’m not going to blog about the practicalities of potty training as there’s already a wealth of material, for example this handy guide from NHS Choices or this one from NetMums.
What I can do however is lighten the mood for any potty training Mum/Dad/Grandparent/anyone who happens to be in charge at the time by highlighting the sheer comedy of the whole thing.
The one principle of my guide is this: always keep your sense of humour to hand (otherwise you may cry/bang your head against the nearest wall/take solace in wine and cake).
The stage we’re at with the potty training is the ‘not quite out of nappies when outside the house, but doing reasonably well enough to wear knickers in the house’ stage i.e. the littlest one will do something on the toilet or potty if I take her there and sit her on it at relevant intervals, but she hasn’t quite twigged the bit about asking to go, when she needs it.
The other day, I had left her in knickers in the lounge with the potty in sight, saying “remember to sit on the potty when you feel wee wee coming”. As I was making myself (yet another) coffee, I heard her shout “MUMMY I DONE A WEE WEE ON THE LEGO!!” And yes indeed, that wasn’t the best place to have an accident as it then took me quite a decent length of time to disinfect every bit of urine-tainted Lego.
It struck me that there are infinite places to have wee accidents. Here are just a few I’ve so far experienced (and I’m sure there’ll be many more):
- On the leather sofa
- Whilst standing up on a high chair, this sending an amazing cascade of wee whooshing down from a great height to the kitchen floor
- Next to the actual toilet, on the floor
- Next to the bath, discovered as I was about to step into my evening bath filled with essential oils (“ooh, it smells a bit different tonight, maybe the batch of lavender was a bit off?…oh…)
- In our bed, amidst a Sunday morning breakfast in bed
- In a plastic box containing pretend picnic-ware
- In a play-tent
- On the decking in the garden
- At the foot of the stairs
Just yesterday, I counted 4 accidents in just one afternoon. However on other days my littlest one is soooo good she gets loads of stickers on her reward chart (and a lot of chocolate treats!).
I’d like to hear your comedy experiences of potty training. It’s hard work, but I assure you that a slightly insane laugh here and there lightens the load!