Charlotte’s been potty training herself since the summer. We tried not to rush it, and encouraged her to use the potty when she needed. We’d clap when she’d run, on her own, to go pee on the potty and we’d praise her when her pull up was dry, even after a long nap. She was on her way!! Woo hoo!!! Yay! My little girl is….wait a minute…
She peed all over my floor today. A LOT of pee. Like a defiant dog. Potty mouth? Yes, I was so pissed (pun intended). She quietly said ‘Mama, I peeing’ and I promptly said, with full eye contact, ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’.
In my defense, there was pee all over my floor after I asked her 4 times in the last hour if she needed to pee. And we had to be out of the door in 5 minutes to pick up Ida from school. And Behr was screaming. So I let it all flow over me like a big rush of warm pee and this time I did not bite my tongue. Yet another low point in my career as a mother.
You know what REALLY bugged me? Charlotte was smiling the whole time, having a grand old time getting new clothes on.
Are you fucking kidding me? I didn’t say it again, but I really really wanted to.
Here are some pictures from October (I’m behind), Charlotte’s birthday, she had been potty training for a couple months already.
Charlotte, realizing what Birthdays really are, for the first time!
lol and nutz and she is so cute anyway!