Away with the Diapers!

Potty training. That deserves the ultimate sigh.

I determined it was time. Sawyer is 2 1/2 and I've been ready for 2 years for him to be potty trained. I actually bought a toilet seat for him a couple months ago and tried but he didn't seem very enthusiastic about it. Plus, I was only giving him a couple skittles when he did it and I think he determined it wasn't worth it for that. Now I have a "treat" bowl full of fun size snickers, milky ways, dum-dums, hershey kisses and life savers. Whenever he goes he gets to choose which one. He seems much more excited by this.

In fact, the pee side of things has worked out pretty well. We've been doing it for about a week now and half the time he goes in by himself and the other half I remind him it's time to go. The only problem is that throughout the day he decides it's time for a treat and runs to the bathroom and squeezes out a few drops and thinks that is treat-worthy. No, it's not. It was cute at first and now it's just annoying. Especially because he thinks I need to drop everything I'm doing so I can see him get two drops.

No, that side is working out great. It's the other side of the business that isn't going so well. Sawyer does "his business" pretty early in the morning. Either before he wakes up or right after. So if it's before he wakes up then it's just tough cookies on my part. If he hasn't and I try to get him to go it's like pulling teeth. One thing Sawyer has been consistent on is waking up pretty grouchy, or waking up happy with the potential to go grouchy in 1 second flat. So, we're still working on it.

I was happy to continue with things as they were but this morning made me change my mind. I thought I was going to catch it this morning, you know... before he did his business. I put him in his training pants and we were all set to go. I was asking if he needed to go every 5 minutes and then he decided that inbetween those 5 minutes he was going to get busy.... REALLY busy. Disgustingly busy.

Now I'm stuck with these dirty training pants and what to do with them. I was really tempted to throw them away but then that leaves me with less of a supply. But where to wash them? I remember what my mother told me... in the toilet. So now, I'm standing in front of the toilet, holding dirty underwear, looking at the toilet and trying not to gag.

You think I'm gagging because of the underwear? No. Poop doesn't disgust me.... well, at least not to the point that I gag. It's the toilet. Toilets are gross. Is that weird that they disgust me that much? Especially toilet water. The thought of having to rinse this underwear in the water makes me want to cry. I did it, i'm not happy about it but I did it. Yes, I'm alive although it was questionable at points if I was going to make it. But I feel tainted. Like... will I ever fully recover from this? Time will only tell.

So now I'm determined to never have to go through that experience again. Tomorrow, if Sawyer wakes up and hasn't done his business I am going to sit him on the toilet and he isn't getting off until he's done. Be it 5 minutes or an hour, I am determined. Well, determined until Beckham wakes up... then I'll probably slack off.