I truly appreciate all the potty training advice. I do. I know it isn’t a contest. The trusty husband reminds me of that frequently. It is just frustrating to battle this child on so many different things. I’ve battled over food, sleeping, rocking, fake coughing, jumping on the furniture, throwing things, hitting, running into the street… And trust me when I tell you that I pick my battles. I have my reasons for wanting the boy potty trained. But, when I say that please don’t think I am pushing him into this. I most certainly am not. It’s just that, come September, the boy is enrolled in preschool. This particular preschool does not allow children still in diapers to attend. They do not have the facilities for diaper changing so there is no rule bending here. My only leeway is that if he isn’t potty trained when school starts they will hold his spot for him. He doesn’t turn 3 until late October, but school starts early September. I so badly want him to go to school. This is a great opportunity for him to work on those much needed socialization skills. I could say that it is also an opportunity for me to get a bigger break in the day, but that is not the reason I want him to go. It is simply socialization. I will continue to work at the boy’s speed, because frankly that is all I can do. Like I said, I appreciate your advice, but at this point my bitching about potty training is just a way for me to get the frustrateds out.
Not only do I have potty training
worries fun at my house, the trusty husband broke our coffee pot Saturday morning. Do you know what that does to a person like me? I think I walked around the house like a zombie for 2 days. As soon as he did it I ordered him to Starbucks to get coffee. Tea just wasn’t going to cut it in this situation. How can he break the coffee pot? How could he do this to me? Doesn’t he know? As punishment for breaking my coffee pot we had to visit Starbucks twice Saturday. Then…then! We ran out of time Saturday afternoon to go buy a new one. This meant I was forced to drink tea Sunday morning. As if to make matters worse, when we got to church the church was out of regular coffee. How in the hell does a Lutheran church not have coffee. I think it is written into our Apostle’s Creed somewhere. “I believe in the Father, Son and holy cup o’ Maxwell House.” And if my my caffeine withdrawal wasn’t enough, we went to mega Bullseye store and tried to buy a replacement carafe. But of course Mr. Coffee changed carafes in the 6 years since I bought our last coffee maker and the one we bought was too big. I sent the trusty somewhat mediocre husband out to purchase a whole new coffee maker. He told me he would stop by Starbucks to see how much one of theirs was, then he’d check Fred Meyer. I told him Starbucks was too expensive (although he would have been granted many favors had he brought me home a Barista machine) and that FM’s selection was crap. 30 minutes later he arrives sans-coffee maker. “Where’d you go?” “Starbucks and Fred Meyer.” I think I may have killed him. I blacked out there for a moment. I blame it on the lack of coffee. I see his car is still in the driveway so I don’t know.