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.