We’re already doing cry-it-out, part two (I gave up until we had Ellery in her new room…cry-it-out two feet from your bed is a stupid idea). And since we’re complete gluttons for punishment, we’ve decided to tackle potty-training Shep while we’re at it.
A few weeks ago I bought some underwear in preparation, since he’s been using the potty with some success. This week I ran it through the wash, and casually showed it to him when it came out of the dryer. He loved it and demanded to put it on. And when we’ve been home for the past few days, he’s been wearing underwear. We’ve been having success, but lots of accidents, too.
I’m having an internal struggle about what to do. I don’t want to push him, but he does seem genuinely interested. I’ve been having flashbacks of potty training Neko in the winter, peeling off layers of wet jeans and socks and shoes. A pair of shorts and sandals I can wash in the sink is so much easier. But then, selfishly, diapers are so much more convenient. I had forgotten the whole process, the asking if you need to go every 30 minutes. And the accident after accident. And oh, lordy, I’d forgotten how many pairs of underwear you can run through in one day.
So, I dunno. We’ll see how we are in a few days. We might be so tired from all the sleep training that we won’t have the energy to do laundry and everyone is going to be naked and then we’ll have to potty train.