We were doing so good. SO good. All the poops went in the potty for the past few weeks and I was beginning to think we would soon be moving away from pull-ups even at night.
Then he spoke the dreaded words: “Mommy, I want to poop in a pull-up.”
The answer was, of course, “NO.”
Then everything just pretty much literally went to shit. The 45 minute massive meltdown, crying and constant refrain of “poop in a pull-up” finally edged away at my resolve and in one of my less proud mama moments, I threw a pull-up at him and told him to go crap his pants if that’s what he really wanted.
So he did.
He’s a leisurely pants pooper, so I used that time to take a shower and mull over where things went wrong. We had some back and forth with the peeing in the potty before it stuck and I thought we had made it through that point already with the pooping. I was wrong.
So today I changed the first poopy diaper in a month. I sure do not miss it! I’m really hoping this was a one-time thing and he realizes how yucky it is and maybe he just wanted to get one more out for old time’s sake…who knows.
At least I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. We are getting there, bit by bit! I’m just hoping the next turd goes in the toilet. Wish me luck 🙂