January 26th, 2008

Pee on the Floor

I haven’t written much about this in the past because, well, because it’s a little embarrassing. It’s not easy to share that your VERY (yes, very) smart 3 1/2-year-old girl is STILL not potty trained. It’s more frustrating that a child as smart as she is can still pee and poo in her diaper. Is it a reflection of my parenting, or a reflection of the control she’s administering on us. Either way, it’s not a good thing. Don’t get me wrong, I hate seeing my girls grow up so fast, and then again I love every new thing they can do. But, I’m getting really tired of changing real human poo. Not baby poo. Human poo. It’s geeeerooosssss.I crap my pants

For a while, I attributed the lack of potty use to the fact that The Boss (how apropos) has characteristics of Einstein Syndrome, and part of those characteristics is late potty training. Joy - late talking + smart kid + late potty training = changing human-sized poo. She’ll be in gifted classes explaining to the teacher that no, 8×8 isn’t 62, it’s 64 all they while crapping in her pants.

We’ve tried everything. I mean everything. We’ve tried bribery (a trip on the Disney cruise, M&Ms, toys), we’ve tried shame (with shame), and we’ve tried reasoning (you can’t reason with a toddler). Nothing.

I thought we had a breakthrough. All of a sudden, 2 Mondays ago, she decided out of the blue to sit on the crapper and poo and pee and pee. All in the span of 3 hours. I was over-joyed! We called everyone we knew, we had a party, we bought toys, we carried her on our shoulders, we got a banner plane. Apparently, it was too much, because the next morning, nada. Same ole, same ole.

Scared shitless of the crapper.

We actually scared the shit into her a few weeks ago so much that she didn’t poo for 3 days. I know - mother of the year.

The other day, my ma suggested something she read about 3-year-old potty training. Lock her in the bathroom with no diaper until she goes on the crapper. So, this morning with a dry diaper, I put her in the crapper sans diaper. She stood at the gate crying/begging/demanding that I let her out while I calmly told her she was going to stay in there until she peed in the crapper.

Her response - pee on the floor.

Nice.

Now what?