Perfectly Potty

I have read the books, watched the DVD and asked fellow Mummies for advice, but I have finally hit a wall, with my head.

I am trying to potty train Toddler son. Unfortunately the only person going potty around here is me. I have even invested in a flash super funky potty that cost a bomb to try and encourage my little rat - to no avail.

In my struggle over past few weeks I have been reassured by other mothers ‘ you never see a grown man walking around in Pull up’s’ being their support. I am starting to think that they may have to retract that statement. Toddler could well become that man at this rate.

I must give toddler credit where it is due. He has come up with many other inventive ways to use his trendy potty,
Monday it became his hat, Tuesday it was his portable toy box,
Wednesday Potty became a scary monster and was banished to the bathroom for the day, Thursday it was his dinosaurs house, and Friday it is a bin for his empty raisin packets.
Funnily enough the whole week it has stayed dry, yet to see any liquid whatsoever.

I am becoming quite bored of this dancing around the potty game. I am also feeling quite poor after investing half my life savings into character pants to try and encourage some ‘big boy’ toilet behaviour. Broken willed and broke of money I decide that I will just give it a break for a while. Surely he will learn with time.

Just as I sit down with a cup of tea I hear a sneaky tinkle noise coming from the bathroom. Almost knocking my cup over, I run in to find toddler sitting upright on trendy potty. In my excitement I grab him and praise his achievement.

In my overjoyed state I don’t realise that toddler was in fact mid flow. I have been sprayed as has the rest of the bathroom. Toddler is distressed at my interruption. I clean up quickly and reward him for his potty efforts with some chocolate. It is only as he is chomping down that I think - what if he thinks that he is being rewarded for weeing on me?

Two steps forward a wee one back.