Of all the things I do as a mother, potty training is right up there as one of my least favorite tasks. The whining, the begging, the pleading... and then there's the kid.
While some may think getting someone to "do their business" in a toilet is simple, parents know it is anything but (no pun intended).
Yep, potty training blows. But take heart! The key is to find what works for you, and not determine your successes or failures based on someone else's opinion of how potty training should be.
The thrill of a successful trip to the potty rivals that of your first kiss, getting a work promotion and winning the lottery -- combined.
Potty training your baby means that you're in direct competition with your sister-in-law, your neighbor and moms on sitcoms. And your mother, 30 years ago. (Spoiler alert: You lose.)
Left to his own devices, my toddler would gladly flush everything from his rubber duckies to his sister's toothbrush down the toilet.
You deserve an award for not evicting what is surely the world's worst houseguest. Acknowledge that, and instead of beating yourself up for feeling the way anybody would feel if a fellow human had just literally sh*t all over them, pat yourself on the back.
Just because you luxuriated in your potty training genius with one kid doesn't mean the next kid will be an equal boost to your ego.
People often ask me what it's like having four kids. After I finish my third cup of very strong coffee, I put the cup down gravely, usually stare off into space from fatigue for a few moments, and then answer thusly, "I pick my own battles."
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Six years ago unbeknownst, hell unplanned by me I'd just gotten knocked up with T. Of all the thousands of lessons I've learned from parenting in the last six years, perhaps the weirdest has been sometimes it is a relief to find out that another kid puked a little in your kid's hair.
These are the milestones no one talks about, but everyone would certainly notice if your child never reached one, or all, of these before leaving for college!
What if your CAPS LOCK button quits? That would give you a tick and a stutter. And if I were to take away your exclamation point -- how might you unleash your venom?
Believe us when we tell you that there are many other parents out there with kids waaaay more f'ed up than yours. Want proof? Here are 17 anonymous submissions from parents who gladly wrote down "The Most F-Ed Up Thing My Kid Has Done."
Naps would be banned and only free-sleep (the act of naturally falling asleep, such as comfortably in a car seat or face down in a cereal bowl) would be permissible, though still frowned upon.
I used to get so annoyed when outdoor toys found their way indoors: sand buckets and pool noodles, hula hoops and soccer balls, the tricycle, the scooter. Now, I just take three deep breaths and look away.