This is a new low in my blogsperience, but since this is first and foremost my family journal, phfff.
The stereotypical mommy blogger documents her potty training experience. First, yuck. And second, who really cares, right? So here I am. Go ahead and mock me, SSB.
If you've tried to contact me in the last four and a half days, I probably haven't responded. I've been at boot camp. Not the kind that requires camouflage, but it'll still wear you out and tear you down emotionally. Kiddo and I have been potty training boot camp style.
My crazy sassy friend, Liz, who manages her home like magic and sleep trained her kids at like 2 weeks, once told me about her three day potty training method. She swore it was the only way she could get her older daughter out of the diaper. I've been tempted for a while, cause the whole "power of suggestion" thing with my little one hasn't been working.
She gave me the outline, which includes steps like having your kid throw out ALL the diapers and pull-ups (crutches, I guess) and not leaving the house for three days and trusting your child to tell you when they need to go rather than nagging them "gotta go pee-pee?" a million times an hour. Scaaaaary.
I also had to commit myself to watching her constantly, no Today Show or checking the email or lengthy phone calls, even having her within eyesight for quickie showers. I'm pretty sure my kiddo, who loves occasional "space," was annoyed at seeing my face so much cause at one point she begged for a time out so she could be alone.
But we did it. I kept the child in areas of the home that had hardwood floors primarily, cause honey, there were lots of accidents the first day (like I said, yuck). By Day Two, we were both pretty emotional and discouraged and teary-eyed when daddy came home. On Day Three, we were completely dry ALL day and ALL night. Day Four, same. Day Five, same. I even paranoid-ly took her to run a few quick errands today, palms sweating, constantly and anxiously scoping out the nearest restroom options in case she said the magic words. But we were fine.
I'm pretty sure the Three Day Potty Training Method rocks.
Now, look, I realize it is Day Five and I'm being pretty premature in my self-congratulations. I understand we'll have setbacks and accidents. That's parenthood. I'll probably blog some of those stories too. Lower and lower and lower I descend...