Today is day 4. I need alcohol. A lot of it.
I know he knows where to go. And I know he knows when he has to go. Yet my floor is becoming wetter and wetter. Right now I would kill for hardwood floors so clean up would be easy and the smell wouldn't linger.
A few have said maybe he's not ready. But I remain convinced that if he can read, he can potty.
It's a battle of wills. I only made it 2 days last time. I'm not backing down this time. I'm not. The force in this one is strong though, and I want to cave, give back in to diapers, just deal with it. I won't. We can do this. I know we can.