"MAMA! I'M TEE-TEEING ON MYS BED!"
I slowly finished taking my first hot swig of coffee, savoring the moment because I knew by the time I returned the cup would be cold. Placing the mug back on the kitchen island, I took a deep breath. This did not sound like an emergency I wanted to rush off to. Looking around the kitchen I mentally checked off my morning list: breakfast cleaned up, table wiped down, dishes in the dishwasher, beds made. All done. But for the brewing emergency in Stanton's room, we would have been set to walk out the door.
Again he hollered. "I'M TEE-TEEING ON MYS PILLOW!"
Entering into his room, there he was, clothes off, standing legs wide apart, frozen in place on his bed, while his pull-up trainer was clearly failing at it's one job. Yes, tee-tee was everywhere and continuing to flood the bed. Apparently my blessed child had been in the middle of scaling his headboard/bookshelf (another fabulously gray-hair inducing habit he loves) when the tee-tee urge struck. And he clearly didn't make it further than climbing down and pulling off his clothes before he couldn't fight it and just went. Waddling around on top of his bed, he continued to tell me he was tee-teeing and sure enough, he was. Comforter, pillows, shams, sheets, duvet . . . all tee-tee covered.
Luckily, we have weathered enough of these type moments that I couldn't even feel upset. Slightly impressed with the capacity of his bladder and slightly concerned with the amount of laundry I'd have to do, I whisked him off the bed, and began helping him strip off the messy trainer. We were 10 minutes from the drop off deadline at day care and I was 20 minutes from my first morning appointment. The bedding would have to wait.
"I'm sorry mama." Looking down into that adorable puss-in-boots-like pouty face, I melted and gave him a big hug.
"No worries. We will get there kid. Potty training is for the birds."
I don't know. Maybe I should feel some huge level of worry that my almost 3 year old isn't getting the game-plan yet. But I don't. I spent so much time worrying he wouldn't walk (we were pretty late on that) and now he is the fastest kid. I spent so much time worrying he wouldn't talk (again, pretty late on that) and now you can't get him to be quiet. So this potty-training thing, meh. We've been working on it for almost 6 months now and periodically he claims to have it down. And then we relapse into wet pull-ups. So sure, it'll be great when it clicks and we can stop buying these over-priced pull-ups.
But that can happen in its own time. He's just two. And I'm just one mom.
