And just like that, he was Un-potty Trained….

I knew it was too good to be true…

After a week of “Pee pee? Potty?” Daniel has decided, “Wait a second…these pull-ups Mommy’s having me wear? They’re really just diapers! Why should I stop what I’m doing and run to the potty when I can just go right here? Forget the potty. I’m going right here.”

On the one hand, I expected this. The rational side of me stands with the experts and say, “that kids will do a lot of back-sliding and not worry about it. Just keep casually reminding them to go and don’t lose your cool over it. Don’t worry.”

But the emotional side of me kick the experts into orbit and scream “Dang it! I took him to the store today, and he said he had to go, so I ran him to the washroom, got him ready to do his business, and not a drop came out. Didn’t go at all. 20 minutes later, when we got home, I checked, and his pull-up is wet! And it’s been that way all yesterday, too! Is he freaking testing me?! WHY WON’T HE USE THE POTTY!?!?!” It then goes on to smash several rooms in a huff, while the rational side of me sighs and follows behind with the vacuum.

Yes. I realize I’m rapidly becoming one of those mothers who blogs are filled with, “My kid’s a moron! What’s wrong with meeeeeee?!?!?!” But honestly, if we women didn’t have an outlet for these feelings…well…hmm….

Hey, the mailman just pulled up with the new FullMetal Alchemist movie we bought off of Amazon. I think I’ll go soothe my brain with some anime…