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April 6, 2007

Man Plans, God Laughs

I need a vacation from my vacation.

Sam’s spring break from pre-school has been a bust.

I had big plans this week – outings to the beach and zoo, lots of climbing and swinging at the playground, and, best of all, a day trip to Disney World.

Instead, Sam and I have spent the week stuck inside the house coughing, hacking and snotting. About once a day or so we stagger outside for some fresh air for a few minutes, before returning back to our positions on the sofa. For excitement, we’ll half-heartedly piece together a puzzle.

And then there was my Big Plan – this week, I was going to once and for all get Sam potty trained.

As the older generations of women in my family tell me – constantly – that at the age of three-and-a-half, it’s time Sam started using the potty.

“It’s time,” my mom said firmly. “We have to do something about his potty training.”

“Great,” I replied. “Be my guest. If you can get him to use the potty, more power to you.”

My mom just looked at me. When she said, it’s time we do something, what she really mean is it’s time you do something. It’s a subtlety I did not miss.

And it’s not like I haven’t tried. I started off this week with the best of intentions: we said good-bye to the diapers, I pushed fluids, I marched Sam into the bathroom every twenty minutes, I tried to bribe him with M&M's. But so far, Sam won’t have any of it. In fact, at one point, when I was attempting to wrestle him into training pants, he threw an all-out hissy.

“I. WANT. A. DIAPER,” he bellowed. And then he ripped off the training pants, waved them over his head, and stamped his hobbit-like feet. “DIAPER! DIAPER! DIAPER!”

Have I mentioned that I have the flu?

So that’s my week: no Disney, no success on the potty training, and I haven’t gotten any work done on my new book. Frankly, I’m ready for the vacation to be over, so I can return to the grind of daily life.

Posted by Whitney at 6:00 AM | Comments (7)

Comments

I'm so sorry you're sick!! I hope you feel better soon. And try not to stress (I know, not very helpful) about the potty thing. It will happen when he's ready. When Connor quit hiding behind the chair to poo in his diaper and started saying "I'm WET! Get this OFF of me!" we knew it was time. lol. But I know it is stressful. He never walked until he was 14 months and I was sure he'd be crawling into kindergarten . . . or college. Mommy stress/guilt - what could be better? aargh. Feel better!
hugs,
me

Posted by: Alesia Holliday [TypeKey Profile Page] at April 6, 2007 11:03 AM

Oh, Whitney, I laughed so hard at the mental picture of Sam waving the training pants over his head that I almost needed a diaper!

It's tough, but Alesia's right. Don't let people railroad you into forcing him before he's ready. It just turns into a power struggle.

Posted by: The LC Eileen [TypeKey Profile Page] at April 6, 2007 11:52 AM

Poor Whitney! How miserable. Sick *and* coping with others who think Sam should be doing something based on *their* idea of a timetable instead of his own. Since there were no kids in diapers once my son started kindergarten a couple of years ago (now he's a big second grader!), I'm pretty sure that even Sam will have mastered it and given up his diapers by then. Until *he* decides it's time, though, it's not going to be happening. You know how 3 year olds are...they are the very definition of stubborn!

Posted by: Dia [TypeKey Profile Page] at April 6, 2007 3:46 PM

I had to laugh Whitney. I went through the same thing with my son. He was almost 4 by the time he was potty trained. The funniest thing is, I kept pushing it and he continued to do his own thing. I tried the "big boy" comments, the cheerios and pull-ups. He refused to go in the potty. For about a year I told him that he wanted to make his daddy proud when he got back from Iraq. Wouldn't you know it, the day his dad got back from Iraq was the day he decided that he was completely done with pull-ups.

Posted by: Jo at April 6, 2007 8:38 PM

I had a similar experience, too, Jo! I told my son in spring he couldn't wear pullups to preschool the following fall, and he dawdled and dawdled and when I said it again week later, he told me, "Preschool's a long time from now."

And the week it began, he stopped wearing a pullup. Whitney -- if you impose a deadline on Sam, make it one that is coming up SOON!!! They're such control freaks.

Posted by: Laura Fitzgerald [TypeKey Profile Page] at April 8, 2007 10:58 AM

We're going through the same thing here. Nicholas turned three in January and is the only non-potty-trained kid in his preschool class. But whenever I try to get him to use the toilet he says, "Tooooomorrow."

Posted by: Brenda at April 8, 2007 6:47 PM

Just commiserating with you on the potty-training thing. My own stubborn 3-year-old decided she was done with diapers about 6 months before her body was ready to pee on command. Thinking back on my late-training son and my early-training daughter, I'd take the late-training in a heartbeat. It's much easier on your sofa.

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