So yeah, we're 18 months in and still no joy. My beautiful, beautiful little boy is 4 years 3 months now with a will of wrought iron and with each passing day I feel more of a failure and I know that I am letting him down massively. He will be going to school in September and I fear that we will still be having these issues, he will be bullied and I will be sent to prison for a very long time when it is discovered that I have dismembered whichever one of his peers was stupid enough to laugh at him.
If Jesus were to appear in front of me now I could honestly say without fear of holy retribution that I have tried everything under the sun to make this boy go to the toilet. We were both crying today when I snapped and shouted that I would be putting him back into nappies tomorrow because that's what we do with babies. I know I am disgusting but I am typing this as something of a beaten woman. I was previously an articulate and non-ridiculous (except for that one strange week in the month
) person before this chapter in our lives.
Many people have told me that he will "just get it" one day and I have had to bite down on my tongue so hard I thought that I may have bitten through it on more than one occasion. I am a stay at home mum by choice and it has to be said that most of the folks that enjoy imparting their nuggets of wisdom upon me are those that have gone back to work after maternity leave. More power to them I say but what I would also say is that this means the tricky potty training has been dealt with by a child minder, nursery nurse or family member etc when the time came... basically they haven't had to fucking do it themselves but feel the need to tell me how easy it was for them!
I cannot believe how mad I get or how stupid it seems at the end of the day but I have no more answers and I don't want to fail him like this. I start each new day afresh but the nasty knot in my stomach is back at the end of the day because I know I am an awful parent and I cannot get this right for him. HELP