Monday, April 16, 2007
I ripped this out of an old O Magazine last week and have stuck it up above my desk as a reminder to not beat myself up (or those around me). I am currently neck-deep in work, permanently stuck in Week 11 (out of 12) in Walking in This World, and we've moved into the last phase of toilet-training: NO DIAPERS AT NIGHT.
Does that strike terror into your heart? It did mine. And while I was hoping that the kids would catch on quickly to the "ooh, waking up in a puddle of pee is not fun", and they have, what they have not caught onto is the ability to do something about it; ie, wake up, get out of bed, and pee in the toilet. It's been 2 weeks now and they sort of get it and sort of don't. We may have to face the fact that at least the twins are just not physically ready to be dry all night. In which case we will go back to (gulp) pullups, and we will do a LOT less laundry. And Mama and Daddy can get much much much more sleep than we are now. And we'll all try again after recitals are over in June.