I knew it was too early to get excited about Gabe going in the potty on Monday. As of this writing, I am now in possession of all of Gabe’s trains and one of his tracks.
The kid just flat out doesn’t care that he’s wet. Or poopy. And he refuses to use the potty. I’ve tried to force him, but it created a horrible fight that I think no one won. I talked out my frustrations with another friend, and she assured me that I’m not alone. It took her awhile to potty train her daughter, and she has several friends who have had similar stubbornness with their kids. It made me feel so much better. Other than that one moment though, this has been a fairly horrible weekend filled with a lot of pee, poop, laundry, and tears.
At least now that his trains are gone, he’s starting to make the connection that what he is doing is wrong. He’s once again getting upset when he wets himself. Losing his toys coupled with the fact that we refuse to take him anywhere unless he goes potty first has finally started to make things sink in.
I’ll still take him to school, that’s a given, but if he thinks he’s going to go have playdates outside of the house, go out to eat, go play in the park, or go shopping without using the potty, he’s gravely mistaken. Granted, this is a punishment for us as well, but ugh, whatever it takes to stop cleaning up poopy pants.
I have a feeling that this is going to be one long process and a battle of the stubborn wills. Why did he have to get THAT trait from me? I have so many other bad traits to choose from.
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