Saturday, December 28, 2013

Potty Training and Other Minor Calamities

This morning started out pretty calmly for Kenton.  Then he came home for breakfast.  

I dropped him and the boys off at the combine
 after breakfast and got stuck.  

Well, not stuck by Kenton's standards since he gave me that disgusted look
and drove right out, but stuck enough that I was spinning.  
I hate that look.

Kenton forgot to shut off the auger last night
and when Jamison took off in the combine all the corn was augered right out
on the ground for the first couple rounds.

The big truck really did get stuck and Kenton had to get the tractor to get it out.

But the big drama is that I'm using Christmas break to start potty training Emily.
I really need a vacation.
However, I am a total failure at combining homeschool and potty training.

Of course, I'd place high in the competition for World's Worst Potty Trainer.
I would be willing to pay someone to move in and train my child.  

I've come to the conclusion that Emily will not train herself.
Ergo I'm probably the one to do the job.    

So I'm dressed in sackcloth and ashes while toting dry pull-ups and
a timer set for 45 minutes.

I think I'll move to Australia.
(It's summer vacation there, right?)  


  1. Ugh. I'd say no comment. But you're in need of encouragement. Eva was my worst trainer. She even peed on me last year at age 7. I thought she would be in pull ups during bedtime until he was 10. Then I went to China to adopt Ivy and I came home to no more nightly trips to the bathroom or pull ups! Maybe Kenton has the magic touch?

  2. Oh we're in it with you on the potty training stress. And I thought girls are supposed to be easier! If you find any effective strategies, you'll have to let me know. In the meantime, here's to good luck for both of us!