Let me start by saying when I was pregnant I wasn't scared about giving birth, but rather taking the screaming, pooping, needy infant home and knowing what the heck I was supposed to do to care for it. I was right about that, birth (for me) was a piece of cake. The days and weeks and months following were terrifyingly amazing. We sailed through our milestones and handled each one as it was thrown at us all the while in the back of my mind I was DREADING potty training. Nothing in the entire world terrified me more than potty training. I'm not sure why, really.
Here we are, in the thick of things and now I know why I was scared. First of all, he and I don't have the same parts, and learning how to situate him on a toilet while we're out sans potty seat so he doesn't pee down the front of the toilet and down on his pants was tricky, but that we've mastered. Then, the whole idea of accidents. Pee accidents, of course, are not a huge deal except for the big pee's where it's running down his leg, filling his shoe, dripping on the wood floors and he's screaming and embarrassed. The other accidents are just down right nasty and I will spare you the squishy details. And, lastly, if I wasn't already neurotic enough ('Hudson, no don't smell that candle while it's burning' 'Hudson don't punch the dog' 'Hudson, don't throw [insert any random item] down the stairs') NOW I get to add 'Hudson, do you have to go potty? Are you sure? Are you positive?' Every. Five.Seconds.
I'd like to add that I'm not complaining. I love my child. I'm so thankful for these years. I know time goes fast.
Still, I leave you with this.
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