Yes, my kid eats paint. Such is life.
Annelie actually wants to be potty-trained. Most moms would be jumping for joy right now, but as I can practically smell all of the pee-soaked accidents in the days ahead, I'm dreading this whole potty-training thing. Let me tell you a little something about me: I hate potty-training. Diapers are so much easier to change, than pee is to remove from carpets and the couch.
Wow, a week has gone by and Annelie is doing fabulous. About 90% potty-trained. She is highly motivated by the all-natural fruit snacks she gets after doing her... business. Especially as I call them candy so she thinks she is being spoiled, rather than blasted by Vitamin C.
What. The. Heck???
Annelie was having a tea party in her room, with her dolls today. "Hmmm... that's strange," I thought. "I didn't give her a cup of water to play with."
Yeah, that's because she's feeding her dolls a cup of warm pee.
Looks like all that potty-training success from last week is quickly being flushed down the toilet... or soaked into the carpet.
From 90% trained back to diapers, only this time, Annelie wants to change them herself. Whenever I have my back turned. In the shoe closet.
I hate my life, sometimes.
Annelie is back to being mostly potty-trained, but she has to do EVERYTHING herself, which means that one trip to the bathroom takes about 25 minutes.
If I turn on the light as she walks into the bathroom, she screams, "No, I TURN ON THE LIGHT!"
Then she has to move her step-stool over to the switch, turn the light off, then turn it back on again, then move the stool over to the potty, climb up by herself, and proceed to unravel an entire roll of toilet paper, all the while yelling, "I do it!"
Heaven forbid when I accidentally flush the toilet without letting her get to it first. Or turn the water on to wash her hands. Or absentmindedly turn off the light, or shut the door before she does.
Relapse again. During nap time when I thought she was sleeping. Only this time, the relapse was of the solid kind. In her toy box. While she was sitting in it. And then she decided to play with it. Her hair, her face, her toys, the carpet and walls. Why? Why? Whyyyyyyy?
And why did we have to have a house-guest visiting from out of the country when this all went down?
I did not sign up for this and I demand a refund.
Back to diapers. Annelie's choice. I am not arguing this one. After going through an entire pack of Pull-ups without one successful trip to the potty, I can't handle the price anymore. I think it is wholly unfair that Pull-ups are double the price of diapers. All they are, are glorified diapers without stick-tabs. And with a dancing Dora on the front.
I think Annelie has forgotten what the potty even is. I know the saying, "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again..." No thanks. I'd rather not have the smell of pee in my carpets or on the couch, thankyouverymuch.
Maybe she'll just wake up potty-trained like Gracie did a year and a half ago. As she is my difficult, strong-willed kid, I wont hold my breath.
Oh well. We'll try again next month.