I started our nice Sunday off with plans of cleaning up the house, maybe playing outside and doing some yard work, clean out my flower beds. I also wanted to try and organize our closets, get out the summer clothes, ya know stuff like that. I did not plan on spending my entire afternoon sitting on the bathroom floor trying to get a 2 year old to poop for Christ sake. As a mom, we have our instincts and I knew he just had to poop and today was going to be the day, whether I got nothing done around the house or not. We were going to sit on that potty until something happened, and we all know what the something HAD to be. I read him stories, we sang songs. We played the 'I spy' game, bathroom style and did you know there's only so many things you can spy in a bathroom? I even did a poop dance, that didn't work, it just made him laugh and me feel foolish. I left the room to give him privacy, I came back to toilet paper strung all over the room. Arg! I even chanted...looked him in the eye and said "poop Jordan, poop!" I don't think I've said the word poop more times in one day, I wonder if that's in the Guinness Book of world records. I also wonder if I'm the first mother who prayed to God for poop?
And then it happened. I had given up really, it had been almost 2 hours of trying, and I figured any longer and he may have a permanent ring around his poor little bum and when he got up I noticed it. There it was, I've never been so happy to see 2 little grape size poops sitting there in the bottom of the john. We laughed, we danced. I tried to make the biggest deal out of this. Poopy in the potty, poopy in the potty!
Then it was nap time, and yes we had to try again because in the back of my head, I knew those 2 little rabbit size turds wasn't it. So, there we were again, sitting on the potty. I figured this time would be easier being that he had already done it once and it was so fun right? Well, after wasting another hour and it now being way past nap time, I was done trying. My house work was NOT getting done and I knew the yard work wasn't going to happen either and besides it was raining too. So, we put him to bed. ---2 minutes past, 2 MINUTES....
"Mommy, I POOPED IN MY PANTS!"
I made Darric go in because I was about to lose it. So, to put an end to this shitty story, no pun intended, I didn't get much housework done, I didn't get ANY yard work done. We had somewhat success on the potty which put us in the best of moods, but had those moods turned around when there we were once again wiping away our hopes and dreams...literally!