Slave to the potty
I’ve not had much of a chance to write recently as the days have been taken up with potty training. My life is shit. Literally.
I had a false start with Freyja back in October but things have been much better this time round. One accident on Monday and two days with no accidents. And then today. It feels like I’m back to square one again.
This isn’t the main frustration I have. It’s that I am potty training when the weather is so bloody nice. Back in October when it was cold I was happy to stay inside sat by the toilet reading stories for most of the day, but after a seemingly never-ending spell of cold and wet weather, there is finally sunshine and blue skies. And I am trapped inside. Metaphorically chained to the potty.
You may wonder what is wrong with our back garden? It’s perfect to have Freyja running around, with potty nearby for easy potty training. Well it would be if I weren’t potty training toddler AND taking care of a crawling baby. Before the potty training push I took the girls out into the garden. I set up the “sun tent” to protect Emily and Freyja’s “princess castle” and a lovely big blanket for them to sit on. Emily wanted to crawl off the blanket/move it and sample grass/moss/ants at every opportunity. She did not want to stay shaded in the sun tent or keep her hat on and when she was out of the tent, Freyja tried to make claim to it. We lasted about ten minutes and then came in.
So I am stuck inside. Having to get excited about wee and poo. The majority of the things that I say all day are wee/poo-related. I now have another things to slow me down when we do go out – the “Do you need the toilet? You should go before we go out?” argument. Who would have thought that I actually miss changing nappies?