So, Robbie was supposed to be potty trained to start pre-school. And he wasn’t.  At all.  I spent all day last Thursday working on the finer points of using the potty.  We had eight successes.  And five accidents – at least.  It was all I could do to maintain my cool.

Continue on all week…  Countless accidents.  Changes of clothes.  Trying to stay positive.  Sleepless nights, worried about being kicked out of pre-school because my child didn’t use the potty.

Fortunately, the teachers seemed prepared to deal with this problem.  Their only request?  Pull-ups, so they can train him without a huge mess.  And that, unlike getting my child to tell me when he has to go to the bathroom, I can do.