I hate potty training. I do not use those words lightly. I detest every part of the process, from the teaching how to use the potty to changing countless underpants, to washing a million loads of laundry to cleaning up my carpet over and over and over. I hate it.
I decided to potty train Matilyn last Thursday. I was so optimistic; she's showing signs of readiness, she's wanting to use the potty, etc. So, first day went about as well as can be expected. (Mostly accidents, but at least she learned that she gets 'wet'.) Second day, she eventually started going when I put her on the potty. But I had to bribe her to get there. And then the third day, a little bit more improvement, but not quite to the level that I was hoping for. She wasn't really telling me she had to use the bathroom before she wet a little in her pants.
So, today, day 4, I quit. I'm done with potty training until August. I am tired of not getting through to her. I am sick of her not sitting on the potty without M&M's. So, we're back with diapers. And you know what? I love DIAPERS!
There are two parts to this that I am concerned about. First, have I subjected Mati to psychological harm because I have regressed her back to diapers? Will she have a desire for success? Or have I ruined her? And secondly, I feel like an utter failure as a mom. So, now you see why I hate potty training. Only one thing as a mom has this much power to make me feel so terrible; potty training.