I asked M three times during our outing if she needed to go potty. She swore she didn't. I should have known better. She went to look at the trains while I checked out and less than five minutes later she was wetting her pants. Not running to me asking me to go potty, not trying to hold it, but announcing that she already went. grrrrrrr
I am sooooo not cut out for this! I HATE potty training. I just do. I know I say that a lot. My stubborn girl is giving me a run for my money. I feel so guilty but I do not like this phase of parenting.
So now, I'm sitting in my too-warm apartment, exhausted, tired, while my daughter is naked, having been stripped of the right to clothing, and dreading going out in the 95+ degree heat in less than an hour.
So if we're not out much in the next few days, it's because we really belong at home where no one can see either of our tantrums!