Day 2 - Saturday
Dd has a lie-in after a restless night. Feel guiltily relieved at a couple of hours less potty training.
Have told our parents that we need some space these few days to focus on DD's potty training. Inlaws ring insisting we come round for Sunday lunch and my parents offer to take us for a Sunday pub lunch. How am I supposed to impart my toilet wisdom if absolutely nobody listens to me?
Shudder with horror at the thought of dd flooding my inlaws house or The Red Lion and her poor little embarrassed face. No way.
Slight delay with today's launch as her peeing partner is unprepared. Teddy's potty has vanished as has his pants so improvised with a Tupperware box and a new hankie. Dd went on potty for a while but nothing.
Slightly concerned when she hasn't gone at all and it's almost lunchtime. Get her on the potty and she asks for Peppa on the iPad. Starts looking rather too settled munching on a rice cake watching Peppa. Read Jo Frost's guide to potty training in just one week and it warns against using the potty as an extra chair or throne. Abruptly remove a rather disgruntled dd from the potty.
Almost immediately DD wets her pants.
Notice with alarm that dd hasn't pooed on nearly two days.
Watch Wimbledon ladies final while dd naps and realise for the first time how much bladder control the players must have to be on court all that time with no loo break.
DD awakes and decides to get back in touch with her rebellious side, refusing point blank to go on the potty. Now what do I do? Books and websites offer no assistance.
DD plays in the garden and starts doing that Miley Cyris thing - twerking, tweeting, fracking, whatever's it called - her bum's in the air anyway and my suspicions are raised. I offer her the potty but again she refuses and looks mortified as a suspicious bulge slides into her big girl pants. At least she's pooed I suppose. She looked so emotional, putting her hand on my shoulder saying "I love you mummy!" which I found a little tragic and disturbing. She never normally says this to me.
Slight confusion as to what to do with the poo. Ended up turfing it out into the potty to demonstrate where the poo should have gone which led a confused dd to claim a reward sticker. She brightened up rather appallingly when she saw her poo for the first time ever and asked if she could smell it. No I didn't before you ask.
Dd went back out to play and had another accident. Feel rather sorry for her, she's not used to her bowels interfering with play so much. Trying to remain casual but can hear the strain in my voice as I remind her again that weed and poos belong in the potty.
Disappointing day as no potty success. Contemplate googling the subject after dd has gone to sleep but decide on a glass on wine and some Pringles instead.