So I mentioned that we’re potty training our almost-three-year-old son. There are several reasons why I picked last weekend to start–he needs to be potty trained for school in August, I have spent 11 months with two kids in diapers, I am tired of him telling me I need to change his diaper…–you get the idea.
My husband was supportive, if not actually happy to be spending his Memorial Day weekend in the bathroom. I’m not gonna lie–it was a pretty terrible weekend. He peed everywhere. He refused to poop for three days and finally chose his pants instead of the potty. Jay and I were snipping at each other and questioning whether or not he (our son) was really ready.
At one point Jay said that at least he had finally found a way to make a three day weekend feel longer.
We googled just about everything we could about potty training 3-year-old boys and, basically, the internet is very noncommittal about the best way to do anything. Stupid internet.
I was feeling really discouraged and unsure of what to do. So, dork that I am, I ran the numbers. I took the total number of times he used the potty and divided it by the total number of pee/poop incidents in the day. I even used half increments for the times that he wet himself, but then stopped and finished in the toilet.
On Saturday, he was about 7% potty trained. That was not a great day.
By Sunday he was up to 33%. On Monday, about 55%. By Tuesday he was a solid 80% trained. Unfortunately, the one accident that day involved poop. Wednesday and Thursday continued in the same vein–one accident a day. Friday we had a bit of a setback, but it was mostly because I didn’t make him go at regular intervals.
But yesterday…no accidents. Not even one. He pooped in the potty. He told me when he had to go. We went to church and out to lunch today and everything went fine.
I am cautiously optimistic–maybe, one day soon, I will be done thinking about this every day. I’m sure that my friends and family really need me to talk about something else. I know I’m bored with this topic and I’m the one who has to clean it up.