Potty training.
Two words that cause most mothers to tear out their hair in frustration. Because it is difficult. Trying to get the kiddos to understand this is where all that is suppose to go. Teaching them to know when they have to go and that is when they need to run to the bathroom (although to be honest most kids wait until the last second and then will run across the house holding themselves screaming "I HAVE TO POTTY!!!") And not to mention when you go from training pants to underoos (as I call them for boys because panties just sound weird I don't care how sexist that sounds) the accidients something I am DEFINITELY not looking forward to. I'm giving out a pre-emptive apology to Spiderman, Batman, and Phineas and Ferb since you will probably be the big boy underoos we get and you may get a little messy.
And it is hard not to get frustrated. We have had Trio in training pants all week. And this morning is the first time he peed in the potty (with training pants on that is) and I once again believe it is only because I stumbled out of bed and immediately put him there while I went. Whatever still excited he still got one Skittle. The only thing is first thing in the morning I cannot get excited about anything. I don't stumble around and growl at everybody like some people *cough cough my sister cough cough* but it's still hard to properly do the potty dance when you're thinking "It's cold. I'm tired. And I need coffee". Still I got excited as I could and gave him kisses and told him what a big boy he was and how proud I was and then he got a Skittle and all that jazz.
And then five minutes later he goes poop in the training pants.
Dammit. :/
