Warning: potentially unpleasant subject matter about kids and their habits to follow. Proceed at your own risk.
I have struggled with whether to write this post for some time. I mean, let’s face it, most posts about are kids are moments of cute or accomplishment, possible wrapped in a little self-deprecation so we don’t come off as bragging. Or maybe a post is about a genuine concern, but not too great or too ugly or too uncomfortable to write and publish. This is none of those situations.
I’m just going to put this out there because I am totally befuddled and at the end of my rope and I have no idea what to do. I’m even willing to put my all-consuming embarrassment aside for the hope that someone might have an idea for me.
So, here goes. Sabrina has completely regressed in the potty training department this summer. And I mean COMPLETELY. She was FINE. She had it DOWN. And now, wow. She’s never dry at night anymore, more than a once or twice anomaly, and let’s just say I have to wash a lot of little girl underwear. I thought maybe it was a phase, but it’s gone on a long, long time now. I’m seriously worried about preschool starting up again this week. She was great all last year (I think she had one accident the whole time), but given the past few months, I’m nervous she’ll be coming home with a plastic bag of wet pants every day.
She knows how to do this, and had a handle on it for at least a year. She’s not sick, since we just went to the doctor and got the all-clear. I’ve tried setting a timer, offering rewards, so many things, but the issue persists. She doesn’t drink anything after dinner. I think she’s just stubborn and hates to stop anything she’s doing, even if it’s just for a minute.
She is not at all embarrassed. In fact, I wonder if my kids even possess the embarrassment segment of the brain because nothing bothers them. Coming from a mother whose anxiety is the stuff of legends, this makes no sense.
They say nobody walks down the aisle still in diapers, but I’m beginning to wonder if Sabrina’s mission is to be the exception.
So there’s my current shame spiral. Dear Obi-wan folks out there, please give me your wisdom. Or tell me if I should take out stock in Pampers.