I, like most people, sometimes use facebook to brag about myself and my family. Yep, my kindergartner can read, MaryAlice just graduated from college, Gracie can eat your kid under the table, etc. I have embarked on something this week that I am too ashamed to post on facebook. I have finally started to try and potty train Jack...and yes he is 3.5 years old.
I think in the beginning I used his lack of understandable speech as a way to postphone it. Or I just didn't think he was ready, or we were planning a trip, or Venus and Mars may not be perfectly alligned, whatever!
There were a few things that made me realize I needed to start thinking about it.
1. I was worried if I didn't Gracie might beat him to the punch~that could not have been good for the old self-esteem.
2. I would like him to be able to go to pre-school someday.
3. He will be four in February.
4. He started announcing when he was going to poop...so he must be ready.
5. Got sick of reading of "friends" boasting on fb about how their kids are potty trained so early they simply can't find undies small enough. (Or is this just how I perceived it??)
The main thing stopping me- POTTY TRAINING IS MY MOST DREADED THING ABOUT PARENTING (thus far!) I HATE IT! I ended up stopping with Mary after the first few tries because I would just get too upset. So I basically waited until she potty trained herself. Unfortunatly, I could see Jack as an eight year old with really big diapers. SO we started Saturday. I am on day 4 today and I feel like I am on YEAR 4! We are prisoners in our own home. The days drag on as I look for signs that he is about to have an accident. I'm tired of reading what the experts say. I'm tired of talking to other parents about it. I'm tired of smelling poop. I am ready to call it quits! But alas, some progress has been made. It is just after noon on Tuesday and so far we are accident free. SO I guess I will see it through, as long as I don't have a break-down first.
