I pride myself on the fact that both my daughters were out of nappies by 15 months old.
Any and every opportunity that presents itself, or that I create (ha!), I will smugly announce that fact. Bit of an arsehole move, but why shouldn’t I? I worked bloody hard toilet training my girls and let me tell you it wasn’t easy when they are only (almost) 11 months apart in age. (Something else I am fiercely proud of).
So when my son came along I just assumed that three times the charm, and it would all go as smoothly, if not better, than it had with the girls.
Archie is now two and a half and despite giving it my best effort for the best part of a year and a half, he’s still in nappies. Something which bugs the actual life out of me.
Before we left on our Travel Adventure we did get close. He would go days without wetting his pants, then for a week solid would pish every pair of pants in the house. So much so that by the end of the day he’d be wearing a pair of his sisters’.
Then we left to travel. With no clue what we were doing. Everything going wrong. And stressed to the max. Two dogs pishing everywhere……. I just couldn’t deal with the wean adding to that. Inexcusably the poor wean’s toilet training took a back seat and a pull-up put back on him.
I’m not ashamed to say it, but I used to talk about folk like me. Folk who’s weans are still in a nappy despite the fact that they can walk and talk. ‘Lazy’ I called them. Now I’m one of them.
And now I see a totally different perspective.
You mums who’s kids are still in nappies at nearly three years old are anything but lazy.
Wrestling down a two and a half year old to clean his shitty arse is exhausting.
Maintaining fighter-pilot concentration and accuracy as you navigate changing a two and a half year old arse, who’s only response to such care-giving is to lash about like a wild fucking animal, without getting a single bit of poo on yourself or the furniture is nothing short of impressive.
And just being able to stomach the task at hand deserves a standing ovation. Cause let’s be honest, at that age it’s a full-sized human dump you’re dealing with.
Like I said, a whole different perspective.
Anyways, the last couple of weeks we have been right back on this toilet training mission. And just when we had resigned ourselves to the fact that our only son is going to be wearing a nappy for the rest of his life, our baby boy goes and surprises us by actually doing really well!
One small issue : He absolutely hates the Motorhome toilet, understandably – it’s vile. And as a result he refuses to sit on it.
So yip, he stands up over the toilet to pee and poo. I’ve never seen anything like it. How he’s going to incorporate that into adult life I do not know and I’ll probably leave that for his wife (or husband) to address.
In the meantime, I’m taking it as a win. And pouring myself a celebratory wine.
Potty Training while motorhoming through Europe – DONE. Well almost, we’ve still the night-time nappies to go.
Wish me luck!