February 14, 2005

It Doesn't Matter How Long They've Been Potty-Trained

Sometimes children hold it a little too long, engrossed in some interesting game, and when they finally make that mad dash to the nearest toilet, it just isn't enough time. That's what happened to The Boy last week. While we were having a neighborhood meeting in the living room -- right next to the teeny, tiny powder room.

It proceeded something as follows:
Justin: Blah blah blah neighborhood. Boring boring blah blah.
Running feet pounding towards the bathroom. The door slams.
I think: Thank goodness he remembered to close the bathroom door this time.
Fumbling noise, followed by sounds of peeing, followed by screams.
The Boy: Mom! Mommy! I peed all over the floor! Help!!!!
Lots of adults in the room next door snickering silently.

Then I checked on him, went upstairs got a change of clothes, wedged myself into the very little bathroom with the boy, a change of clothes, a lot of paper towels and some floor cleaner. When he had to go, he really had to go. Let's just imagine an uncontrolled firehose. There was no dry place to step, no room for two people, and because a meeting was going on next door, I couldn't open the door and shove the naked, wet boy out the door while I cleaned. But somehow it got done and we have the world's cleanest bathroom floor now.

For the rest of the weekend, if I even thought he might be considering a run to the bathroom in the next hour, I sent him there immediately. I don't really want to go through that again.

And in other potty news, The Girl is still not trained, but she does poop on the potty every few days. It's a start I suppose. I also suppose if I made any effort she'd be out of diapers. It's just that effort requires work.


If it makes you feel any better, a friend's child has decided to untrain herself. She decided she wants to poop in her pants.

Momma's not happy, and when momma's not happy...

Posted by: skinnydan at February 14, 2005 08:51 AM

We're still going through some of those trials too. I hope your sigh/groan was not too loud after the Boy announced his "mess" to the audience. I'm sure some of the silent snickering was "Glad it's not me that has to deal with that!"

I'm guessing that potty training goes better when you have siblings close in age - you know how kids love to compete and brag.

Posted by: MarcV at February 14, 2005 09:37 AM

Poor Boy. Poor mom. Still, you must have had a sense of humor about it to relate it so vividly ;)
Bad, bad firehose!

Posted by: Lenise at February 14, 2005 11:03 AM

We're having exactly the same "un-training" problem with the three year old. It was my turn to clean the kids' bathroom this weekend. Eewwwww...

Posted by: Robert the Llama Butcher at February 14, 2005 11:58 AM