I am hoping that the third time is the charm. This is the third time I am trying to potty train Miss 3. And this time, I swear in my wrath, there is No. Going. Back.
No matter how many times she poops in the middle of the kitchen floor in front of daddy like she did yesterday. . . .
No matter how many couch cushions she pees on. . . .
No matter how many pee trails are left down the hallway. . . .
No matter how many underwear we go through. . . .
No. Going. Back.
(I realize that this post could invite some amount of mocking because I’ve said that I was going to potty train her before, and I’ve even said that I mean it, but this time, I really, really, really mean it. Seriously. Stop laughing.)
I feel for you Carrie, I really do. At least it’s summer and you can just let her run around outside without pants. Good luck!
I’m sure it will go fine.