Pee Pee on Me

In November I tried to get my daughter to put pee pee in the potty. I thought the pending arrival of child number two warranted the start of this process; however, the girl would not have it. The first day, she was really into the crafty sticker chart I'd posted in the bathroom. The second day we went to the circus and potty training was thrown out the window. The sheer terror of that experience was enough to frighten any tot back into diapers.

I dropped my efforts completely. My sister said "closer to three" - so I waited. In the beginning of January I asked again, "Would you like to put pee-pee in the potty" - and she replied, "Mom, I tell you when I ready." Roger that.

On January 15th, she woke and was ready. We've had a steady, consistent, praise her when she does it attitude - and she's got it down pat. She gets far more upset by any accidents than I do, so we're good to go.

The only real problem with this potty training is that since January 15th I have had more urine on my person than I ever did during the diaper years. I cannot for the life of me figure out what I'm doing wrong. I am wiping front-to-back, as all women do in hopes of avoiding urinary tract issues. I can't make it out of there, though, without piss on my hand, finger, or both. I've considered loading up on the toilet paper; however, I don't want to encourage her to overuse it. As it stands, she think toilet paper grows on trees, so I try to be conservative in my sheet use. In this conservation though, I inevitably shortchange myself and constantly feel like a walking germ - regardless of my incessant hand washing.

I've considered her short stature - maybe once she's a bit taller I'll have more luck. I've considered the height and shape of my toilet bowls. I've considered the step-stool factor. What else could it be that leads to pee pee all over me???

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