I officially hate potty training. I am constantly told that it will happen when it happens, always followed almost immediately by some mom who tells me that they potty trained their daughter in a day just by buying them underwear. We have tried everything: I just continued with her in diapers but she is still willing to (pardon the phrase) sit in her shit; we tried underwear but she goes in them and doesn't tell me; we tried going commando but there are only so many times that I am willing to clean poop up off the floor.
Perhaps I just get so frustrated because my last two puppies (Daci and Brooklyn) had one to two accidents in the house before they were fully potty trained. I have also wondered if Nealie's aversion to potty training is karma for having the easiest pets in the world.
Why isn't there somewhere I can send her and she'll come back fully potty trained?
Okay, that is my official rant. On a lighter note, Nealie and I visited my Mom in Durango last week. My little pretty in pink daughter
lived in my Mom's backyard playing in the dirt.
It was a good trip, full of old to me and new to Nealie friends. I am grateful to be home this week (Curtis and I celebrated our 4 year wedding anniversary) and looking forward to catching up with my Springs friends that I was unable to see when I was fully immersed in 18 credits at UCCS. The good news about being fully school-focused is that I got a 3.7 GPA for the semester and I graduate in December!
Here's to a long, warm summer and to me taking potty training just a little less personally.
