“Hey Dominic, do you want to try and go potty?” asks Mommy.
“NO!!!!” replies the defiant 32 month old.
“Okaaay.” Mommy sighs while reaching for another diaper.
End scene.
…..
And that is about as far as I have been taking things. The boy has no interest, and therefore I have no interest in starting another round of Operation Cruisers Be Gone.
I know I should just get on with it and enlist my son in a home-based Potty Training Boot Camp. I’ve done it before; my daughter was relatively painless to train. It is not as if I am licking wounds here from some horrid post traumatic stress event of potty woe. It was in her nature to learn to do everything by herself, and she was keen to prove that I was no longer needed in the wiping of the ass department.
Certainly after nearly 5 years of handling another person’s feces I am more than happy to be freed. So what is wrong with this picture?
I just feel like it’s going to be a very different experience this time around. It’s going to be harder. With everything else going on right now (and yes, I realize everything is always going on right now), the thought of taking on this additional challenge is overwhelming.
Then of course there is the fact that he shows no inclination to train in the first place. Bring on the incentives:
- Sticker charts!
- Prizes!
- Shoot the cheerios?
Great for him, but here’s what’s in it for me:
- Pleading!
- Trying not to touch underwear so disgusting it’s better to just throw them away!
- Ooh look, more and more laundry!
- We have leakage; quick, get out the upholstery cleaner!
- Time to buy more stock in Febreze.
No thanks.
You know, my grandmother’s couches had cushions on them that were covered in plastic. Suddenly it all makes sense.
We’ll get there eventually, I know we will. I’m just not feeling the desire to push him right now when all he wants to do is push back.
Perhaps I should just work on my Jedi Mind Trick skills instead…
These aren’t the diapers you’re looking for.






