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Thursday, June 17, 2010

A potty post

I don't think I ever told you, but K potty trained. As in 100% going in the potty on her own accord with nary a reminder or accident. I don't even know when the day was. I just realized one day that she hadn't "leaked" or "smeared" for quite a while. I breathed a HUGE sigh of relief because I was so grateful to be done washing underwear out in the toilet.

Then we went on vacation.

Don't be fooled by this innocent look. Sure she looks sweet now....but just wait...

K has an issue with noise. She covers her ears constantly. Even last night when I was putting her in her own bed and I stepped on the bag of wipes, she covered her ears in her sleep. So using public toilets is an area of consternation for K. To make matters worse, on the way down we stopped at a WinCo that had automatic flushing toilets- as far as K was concerned this was like something out of a Stephen King film. Well, it would be if she knew who Stephen King was. And true to the automatic flushing toilet modus operandi it flushed while she was on the toilet. Twice.

This occured at the beginning of vacation -- as in the first day. We were on vacation for nearly two weeks. We've been home for a week. AND SHE IS STILL NOT RECOVERED. I am at my wit's end.

I thought I was done. DONE I TELL YOU. With washing underwear out in the toilet. I thought I was DONE with the begging/cajoling/bribing/threatening/explaining/reverse-psychologizing etc. I knew there would be accidents. Accidents I can handle. It is the EVERYDAY RINSING OF UNDERWEAR that grates on me until I feel I will never have a poop-free day again. ever. until I die. or she moves out. either one.

The reverse-psychology isn't working anymore. The bribes that worked everytime don't work anymore. I haven't gone to the treatening/spanking/screaming part yet. Last time that backfired into her not pooping at all. for days. I came close today though. Something about waking from a dozing state to find K covered from the waist down and A spotted with fecal matter. . . . That has an effect on one's reasoning skills.
So. In summary, if anyone wants to wash out some underwear or put cherry-bombs in all the automatically flushing toilets of the world, let me know. I can arrange it.
*I know how to use the toilet. I just choose not to.*

1 comment:

Melanie said...

I truly feel your potty dilemma. You know I do. :)