“Wow, this is going to be easy.” Famous last words, right?
I was a little disappointed with the few setbacks we had. She had been so good about telling me she needed to and then going, or even going in and doing it on her own. But something changed. She would tell me her seat was too cold some days and that she didn’t want to use her potty. So, I’d heat it a bit with my hair dryer. Solved that. Sometimes she got lazy and decided she didn’t want to pull her own pants down. So, she went commando.
Then came the ultimate test. She peed on the couch. I was shocked, mostly because I unknowingly sat in it. Nice.
“Awww, honey, you know better. You were doing so well. Why didn’t you use the toilet?” She just looked up at me with a sad face. “It’s OK; one setback.”
Or so I thought.
A few days later, I caught her peeing on my kitchen floor. She stopped when she saw me coming, and I snatched her up and ran for the toilet. But all she had left was a tiny tinkle. SIGH.
I reassured her that it was the greatest thing to pee-pee in the toilet. She smiled and seemed to get it.
Or so I thought.
It was my husband who got the worst. Finally, I thought, he gets something and it’s not just me. He walked into the living room and noticed something dark on the floor by the TV. He paused and thought maybe the dog did it. As he got closer to it, I heard him say, “Awww, man.” Yep, it was baby. But hey, finders keepers.
He asked me why she would do that, as if I would know some deep parenting philosophy on the matter besides that it’s just part of the training. So, I had fun.
“Did you rub her face in it?” I asked. He looked at me with a confused expression. “No?!” he said in an almost astonished tone. I reassured him I was joking, but hey, it worked for our cats.