Kohl Hard Facts

This adventure we call life in the Kohl Family

The Week When I Almost Gave Up July 21, 2012

Filed under: On Babies and Being a Mommy — kohlhardfacts @ 8:17 pm

[Fair warning.  I talk a lot about pee and poop in this post.  If you don’t like reading about pee and poop or you are already tired of reading about pee and poop {you know, from the 3 times I’ve mentioned it already}, feel free to skip this post.  I promise I won’t be offended.  🙂 ]

Nothing has made me want to quit motherhood more than potty training.

Seriously.

Sometimes the only thing that keeps me going in this endeavor is the thought of no more diapers – or more accurately only one child in diapers.

Because it’s definitely not the extra loads of laundry that keep me going.  Or the number of times I’ve had to drag out the spot cleaner and old rags.  [True story, I had to tell the hubby the other day to please not re-use the pee-soaked towel from a previous accident to clean the lemonade-soaked coffee table, remotes, and books.  Oh, honey. 🙂 ]  It’s definitely not the incessantly sing-songing “What’s it time to do now?” to which she responds, “Sit on the big girl potty!”  Or as the conversation more often goes:
“What’s it time to do now?”
“No!  5 minutes!”
“Baby, it’s time to sit on the big girl potty.”
[As the pleas get more adamant] “Nooooo! 5 more minutes!”
“No, honey, five minutes are all done.  Please come sit on the potty.”
[As the real crying begins] “No, Mama!  Please, no!”

And this week….Oh this week takes the cake.

I almost gave up.  Almost went to the store to buy a big ol’ pack of size 6 diapers.

Almost.

Monday we met the hubby at our fave lunch spot [Chick-Fil-A of course].  V headed up to the top of the play area, enjoying some new found friends.  I went in to tell her it was time to go and little miss potty trainer announces, “Poor ballet shoes.  Viola go poop on them.”

Oh please let her be joking.  Nope, not joking.

Have you ever had to tell the manager of a restaurant that your child was “that” child?

I apologized all over myself and offered to clean it up for them.

I thought that was the hard part.

As mortifying as that was, it wasn’t really the hard part.  Because next I had to clean up the child.  Gross.

Wednesday I put the girls in child watch at the Y while I worked out [and all by myself – be impressed…seriously, this is super impressive for me].  I was almost done with my work out when I hear the page over the loud speaker, “Attention YMCA guests, Erin Kohl to child watch please.  Erin Kohl to child watch.”

Well, last week she peed through two outfits, so I’m expecting some sort of a similar situation [although I packed two extra outfits this time, just in case!]

No such luck.

The words every mom dreads hearing:  “I was just about to ask her if she needed to go to the bathroom when I realized she had pooped in her underwear.”

Oh joy, I get to clean that up again. [I mean, seriously, have you ever had to clean up a child that pooped in their underwear?  It is not an easy task.  And that little bathroom in the child watch area?  It had to have been at least 100 degrees!  Ok, maybe it wasn’t quite that hot, but I had just finished jogging and I do not do well in hot spaces – especially small, hot spaces.]

When I finished, I came out to ask the worker if I could clean up the floor for them.  I was so relieved when she told me that in fact none of it had gotten on the carpet or toys – just Miss V.

And then there was yesterday.  We were just about to leave the doctor’s office after L’s appointment.  Before we went to the front desk to schedule the next appointment, I asked V if she needed to go to the potty [yes, I say potty – yes, I’m one of “those” moms – sorry Lorelai Gilmore.]  Silly me, I believed her when she said no.  Until she walked over into the middle of the room and started peeing – and giggling.

Is there anything more blood boiling than your child doing something naughty – while giggling?!

Grrrrr.

I ran over, scooped her up, and rushed her to the bathroom.  [Which is what you do, right?  Except that the child has already finished peeing by this point.  Yea.]

I asked the woman at the front desk if I could clean it up [what’s grosser than cleaning up your own child’s pee or poop?  Cleaning up someone else’s child’s pee or poop.  Seriously, no one wants to do that.]  She assured me, though, that Friday was the day they always had the carpets cleaned, so I shouldn’t worry about it.  ::sigh of relief::

Potty training is serious stuff.

It’s hard work.

It’s frustrating.

It’s messy.

It’s also exciting.

It’s rewarding.

It’s an important rite of passage.

Because those times when she comes out and announces to all of Target “I go pee in the big girl potty.” Are the moments that this Mama beams with pride.

Or when she calls Nana and Papaw to tell them scream at the top of her lungs in a high pitched voice, “I go pee in the big girl potty.”  And they respond with the kind of elation that only a Nana and Papaw can have over pee.

Or that first time she walked up to me and announced, “Mama, I go pee.” And walked herself over to the potty, sat down, and went.

Those are the moments that make it worth it.  The moments that give me a glimpse at the light at the end of the tunnel.

And I am reminded that the most worthwhile things in life are difficult.  They are frustrating.  They are hard work.  And messy.  And exciting.  And rewarding.

But most of all, these things of life that are the most worthwhile take time.

The lessons learned in life that stick are the ones that are developed over time.

The quality of character built within us takes time.

The good fruit we bear is displayed over time.

As Romans 5 says, “we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.”

So we are glorying in this potty training stage.  And it is producing some worthwhile things in her life and in mine.

Even on the days I have to resist the urge to give in, shriek in frustration, and slap a diaper on her.

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4 Responses to “The Week When I Almost Gave Up”

  1. Katie Miller Says:

    Keep it up Erin, it will get easier, I promise!

    Katie – who has cleaned up more than her fair share of pee and poop:)

  2. Ashley Says:

    Oh my gosh, I feel your pain. Savannah is back in diapers because she completely lost interest and refused to go. Sigh.


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