A War of Wills
This time I mean business. From Saturday onwards, Lil C will wear underwear (except when he’s going somewhere where he can really do damage). This mother is tired of changing diapers. The plaque on our section of the landfill will need to get bigger if we don’t do this soon.
But it’s going to be a war. Lil C is feisty and pig-headed and strong. He has already fought me tooth and nail on this the few times I’ve physically tried to sit him on the throne. I’m hoping wet legs and frequent changes will be a good incentive and an intrinsic motivator. The huge toy steamroller sitting on our counter in the box has not done it.
Last evening we headed out to the superhero underwear mecca, Walmart. Both boys picked out new undies and we now have Superman, Ironman and Hot Wheels in the house. Lil C went to preschool this morning with Hot Wheels over his diaper. That diaper’s days are numbered.
Of course, I have a selfish reason for this new hardcore attitude. If he’s not toilet trained, he can’t go to day camps. And if he can’t go to day camps, that means no breaks for this soon-to-be stay at home parent.
I like breaks. I like morning workouts. I like time to take a shower and get the house tidied. The whole summer plan hinges on morning day camps for my Lil C. Lil D is all set almost all summer, and I’ve got Lil C registered, but they were VERY clear with me about underwear requirements.
So, I’m taking no prisoners.
Battle plans and strategic positions are welcome. HELP!!
Update June 4th