Potty train in a week, put them on it every 15 minutes.
Potty train in two days lock yourself in the house, let your child run around naked and pee everywhere.
All of the advice in the world I have read far and wide, listened to many speak of their past experiences yet today I went completely wrong.
Today I decided to wake up before Matisse, thought I’d get an hour or so of work in before she woke up. Brilliant idea me! Actually it was the lecturer from the weekend but hey! I was up at 5am so I’ll take the pat on the back.
Far too sparky and rearing to go when she woke up, we were on different levels from the get go. The world had caught up with the little lady and she was no longer our happy camper.
So, what did I decide to do? Get in her face and ask her far too often, do you need the potty? Toilet? Wee? Poo? What has my life become???? She hated me and I don’t know why I persisted.
Each time I asked her the answers became more and more angry. NO MUMMY!
I don’t even know where my instincts were but I absolutely thought I knew what was best for her so I thought that I’d make her sit on the potty. Seriously bad idea. Well, I broke her. Lots of screaming and many regrets on my behalf, I stopped as fast as I started, realised I was being a dick and changed tact. I just loved her, hugged her like crazy then thought to myself if she pee’s everywhere who cares.
After we all calmed our farms and organised ourselves for some serious down time, for both of us, she took herself to the potty and did the biggest pee I have ever seen.
15 minutes later I ask her if she wants the toilet, I get a no and she straight away pee’s on the floor, we win some and we lose some.