This weekend we spent the days outside cleaning out the gardens, planting new flowers, and running the toddler to the potty every 30 seconds.
Yup, it’s time people.
There is pee dribbles all over my rugs, I have rung out more pairs of “big girl panties” than I can count, and I’ve developed an unhealthy fear of being tinkled on.
The candy reward, one of my personal favourites, worked until Brian started giving her candy just for being cute, and the potty excitement followed by squeals of joy never worked at all because her parents are two of the most obnoxious people you will meet.
She also hates to poop in front of people.
She’s a closet pooper.
A behind the big basket in the living room stinker.
A pretend to be interested in playing with dolls in the playhouse and drop a deuce toddler.
I had no idea urine would exhaust me so much.
Tomorrow is a new day and we are starting with a reward chart. There will be colours and stickers, tracking and dancing, and there will be copious amounts of pee.
I’m getting prepared, hydrating, lots of positive self talk, and reading encouraging articles.
I’ve stored food, purchased cleaners, and warned those I love.
It’s The Hunger Games of Pee.
“May the odds be ever in your favour.”
– Quote taken from The Hunger Games