or..not.
I’ve been telling Annabel lately that “you are lucky you are so cute.” Which is true on two levels. One, she is very, very cute and two, she is driving me CRAZY with this “3” stuff.
That’s the excuse I will use for her erratic behavior. She’s THREE. That’s my hubbie’s diagnosis whenever I ask him, “What is going on with her? Do you think she’s just overtired because she’s not napping that much? Do you think I’m stressing her out with the potty training by asking her if she has to poop every 5 minutes? Why does she whine so much?”
“She’s THREE.”
Right. AND she’s potty training.
I don’t like to talk about potty training that much because I feel like I’m going to jinx everything and I also don’t like talking about that STUFF in general. I love being a Mom with all my heart, but the poop and pee stuff is something I will never get used to. Never. And it changes from cute little baby butts to big toddler butts before you know it and..
Ahhhh! I just don’t want to talk about it.
What I WILL say is that I had a plan with Daniel and it was awesome. We waited until he was ready. I read all about potty training in my favorite toddler bible. We set him up with all the tools and all the information and when he was ready, that was it. No more diapers. No pull ups. Only underwear. He was a potty star. I set up Annabel for potty training the very same way and it’s just taking a longer time. She’s also my second kid and she’s my princess diva daughter, so I let her wear pull ups instead of underwear because that’s what she wants. And, let me be honest, I don’t have the time anymore (like I did with Daniel) to just sit around the house and let her potty train at her own leisure. We now have school drop offs and soccer games and places to go and..
Yikes. I’m still talking about it.
The other night, about three hours after she went to bed, she woke up SCREAMING. When I ran to the room she looked at me like she had no clue who I was. She was sweating and screaming and pushing me away and kicking me and I could not comfort her at all. I asked her if she had to go potty and she just covered her ears. She finally calmed down and I left her room to Google “what the hell just happened with my kid because her head almost started to spin” and it turns out she had a night terror. And if you keep Googling you find that night terrors are often associated with the stress from potty training.
Great.
So I’ve shut up about it and it turns out, everything is fine! EVERYTHING IS FINE. It’s my new favorite saying because it really is so simple yet so darn TRUE. Everything IS fine. Annabel is healthy. She eats. She sleeps. She runs. She plays. She’s smart and funny. She has her pink princess room which makes her happy. She has a loving family and awesome friends. Everything is fine. And there is NO reason to worry or stress her out because she will PEE AND POOP ON THE POTTY WHEN SHE’S READY!
Oh, sorry, did it again.
