It would seem as though posting daily is now some sort of a personal goal for me. I am very stubborn and when I get an idea into my head...let's just say that I don't like to upset the balance of order. Since so many things in my house right now are OUT of order, it's somewhat comforting to know that I can maintain some sort of daily ritual here. Much like I used to have a glass of wine every night. Before it started to put me to sleep after two sips in. I miss the days of having some wine (or a beer for the Mister) and watching a movie after putting the kids to bed. Now we put the kids to bed like 20 times and by the time they are actually asleep, so am I. Where the hell was I going with this?
Oh right, stubborn. Dear Internets...please allow me to introduce Queen of All That is Stubborn and Ornery and a Bit Whiny and Miserable, my daughter, Madeline. As you might be aware, we starting potty training yesterday. Consequently, we also ended potty training yesterday, or rather I ended potty training yesterday. The girl, she has not forgotten, nor has she forgiven the potty training extravaganza that went down in our living room.
It started out badly enough when she put on her big girl Elmo panties and immediately climbed up onto the couch and pissed all over it. The Girl, she is not used to being wet and cold and covered in her own urine, so as one might be wont to do, she screamed and cried and acted as though the world was about to crumble into tiny bits of shattered glass. We dropped trou (really, how would you spell that?) and rushed her to the potty to finish her peeing.
That's the beginning of the end. She was so afraid of peeing on something in our house, that she wouldn't get OFF of the potty, and she was so afraid of peeing IN the potty that she held it...for a very long time. Hours. I figured that she would have to go eventually, and when she finally DID go, she would realize that it was fine, maybe even awesome. Let's face it, we have all held our pee so long that eventually when we had the chance to go, it felt rather orgasmic, so that's where my head was right? She'll love it!
Fast forward to today. She is back in her diaper, she is still so traumatized that she is holding her urine and won't allow herself to go, even in the diaper. She holds it until she is in agony, whining and crying, then she either goes, or the feeling passes and she is fine for the 10 or 20 minutes until the feeling creeps back in.
Obviously potty training is going to have to wait much longer than I had hoped. It's ok though. I have no problems sending her to college with a diaper.
Who has ever heard a guy say to his friend, "Damn she's hot. I can't wait to get into her diaper."
That's what I thought.
You're right to back off for now. When she is ready it will seem like a breeze. In addition to the video I mentioned in my last comment, I also want to suggest putting the potty by the t.v. so she can sit on it while she watches it. We started on Friday, and by Sunday morning she was trained...pee pee trained that is. Poo poo too a liiittle bit longer.
Posted by: Lori | Thursday, June 28, 2007 at 04:46 PM
Good Lord, she can't be doing this. You better call the dr. With the kidneys that our family has, this is not good.
I'm not sure, but I think only men "drop trou." For girls, I think it's "stepping daintily out of her panties." or if the subject is your daughter, it just is never mentioned in the hope that she never removes them at all...
That last thought up there... You're sick. I'm worried about you and you need a bacation. ;-) lol
Posted by: One Wink | Thursday, June 28, 2007 at 05:00 PM
You are too cute! Potty training blows.
Posted by: kirsten | Thursday, June 28, 2007 at 05:30 PM
LMAO.
And I'm sorry it didn't work out well this time. I guess that's an understatement.
Posted by: hazelhazel | Thursday, June 28, 2007 at 07:41 PM
Gosh, that poor girl. I'm sure you feel just as badly as she does (only without the sheer terror part).
We waited until our son was three to even start this process, and we never hit one bump. He took off with it and has had maybe three accidents in the ensuing year.
So, in the end, what I'm saying is... it's much easier when the child is ready.
Posted by: Mark | Friday, June 29, 2007 at 09:49 AM