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Sunday, March 19, 2006

I'm in Hell

Potty training hell, that is. Second child. Only daughter. Turned three last month. Very stubborn. Has a mind of her own. Not too sure about this potty stuff. Must. Breathe. Deep.

My first child, what a breeze. He was about two and a half, and I told him big boys used the potty. He lapped that up. He wanted to use it constantly. It wasn't perfect, but within a couple of weeks of training him, he was pretty much on board.

Sigh...my daughter likes to be in control. We have almost daily power struggles. I think that's what she's viewing this as - a power struggle. But I'm persistent. I ask her *literally* every 5 minutes if she has to go. She was successful once today. Not bad for the first day of potty boot camp. And we have many hours to go, so I have a feeling there will be another success. But this stuff is hard. It calls for great patience, not my strongest suit.

What the heck does this have to do with writing? Uh...the fact that I can't really do it? That I'm able to type up this quick blog and then hurry off to the bathroom for yet another round of sit on the potty and watch her NOT go - and that's about it? That I was hit with a great tweak and idea for my current wip and I would love to work on it, but it has to wait til this evening, after children are in bed?

I hope this hell only lasts a couple of more days...