If you follow me through any avenue of social media, you will know that I’ve been on the struggle bus for a while. That bus has hit more potholes and speed bumps than I can count! And just when things get scenic and beautiful again, BUMP! It’s a jolt back to reality that life with toddlers is HARD!
I’m currently potty training two out of three children. Somehow, the 19 month old is THRILLED with the idea of being a big girl and doing her business in the potty. My almost 4 year old couldn’t care less. Yeah. We’ve spent hours on the potty this week. There have been cheers and tears. Rewards and reprimands. Today was a tear-filled, torrential downpour of a day. Everything went awry. And I couldn’t handle it. This mommy job is no joke.
Today, while Little Miss Middle was sitting pleasantly on the potty and I was feeding the baby, I hear this all-too-familiar call “MAAAAAMMAAAAAA” and the subsequent cries echoing through the hall. I thought, “Oh, his show must have paused” or something simple like that. WRONG. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the BLOWOUT of the century.
Poop E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E. Couch, floor, hands, feet, walls. It was not a pretty sight! I couldn’t contain myself. I started crying RIGHT along with my child. After the 20 minute clean up and midday bath, I found myself getting angry. Angry that I couldn’t be all the things to everyone. Angry that my kid KNOWS how to go to the potty and refuses because it’s easier to just keep playing and get a diaper change later. Angry because most of my days revolve around cleaning up someone else’s bodily functions AND blatant destruction of my house. It was all too much!
I resorted to scrubbing the grout in the kitchen floor after throwing dinner in the oven with the greatest resentment and bitterness I could muster. (Can you say Drama Mama!?) I only got 1/4 of the way through the kitchen when the timer went off, but guess what? That 16 minutes was what I needed to cry, to pray, and to plead with God to forgive me for how I spoke to my babies, for my attitude about this day, and for being so selfish in my motivations.
The truth is it is embarrassing to be one of the only moms with an untrained 3-year-old. It’s frustrating to hear so many people question your child “REALLY? He isn’t potty trained!?” It’s insulting to get the “Well, my child potty trained in 3 days. You should do….” Thank for for the unsolicited advice, person I may never speak to again!
I obviously don’t have any answers. Tomorrow we are putting a “Little Loo” (Here) in the playroom, because I’m thinking if it’s right there we can’t avoid it. Plus there’s no bribing with your phone and hoping they don’t drop it in the toilet. 😝
I’ve received some wonderful advice from friends that I can’t wait to try, so stay tuned for Part II, whenever that may be.
Just know that in this season of toddler-training, there are ups and downs. Kids don’t come with a manual, but there are days when we ALL wish we could send them off to obedience school and come back to us compliant and house broken. We are all doing the best we can. And sometimes our best is scrubbing grout through stinging tears and pleading words.