We are in knee deep in potty training and when I say knee deep, I mean KNEE DEEP in poop.
Experienced mothers, is there some unwritten code that you don’t tell less-experienced mothers how dirty potty training can really get? I don’t recall anyone giving me the dirty truth about potty training: there’s going to be crap all over your house.
Every time I turn around, there’s a new crap-tastrophe. Just yesterday, Jackson proudly called me over to the toilet to show me “the brown one.” He failed to mention he hadn’t made it to the potty in time, so instead of a simple turd in the toilet, he had painted his legs with poop. Which somehow got all over the tile/walls/toilet.
Think of a stamp in the shape of a toddler butt, with stinky brown “ink.” Fantastic. This is NOT the first time we have done this either, he has taken the show on the road. A stamping tour of our home’s bathrooms, if you will.
After cleaning up his legs and convincing him that *I* had to wipe his butt, we somehow managed to clog the toilet with his flushable wipes. Go figure that the first person to clog a toilet in our new home (that we have lived in for over a year now) would be a not-quite-potty trained toddler who didn’t even legitimately go on the potty. I think he should be an asterisk next to his name in the record books for that.
Anyhow, that is how our potty training is progressing. It’s dirty, messy and stinky. There will also be several Cars-printed tighty whitey casualties too because I’m sure as hell not scraping poop off those babies in order to wash the gigantic skid mark off. Not going to happen.
Moms? Hold me and tell me it is going to be ok. I beg of you, please.