Sandpit squatter

Please brace yourself for what I am about to tell you. It is somewhat hilarious and unbelievable all at the same time.

Now before I tell this story may I cast your mind back to a couple of years ago and point you in the direction of another post I’d written about potty training. “Going potty part 1” and my has it been a journey and a half since those much simpler times.

Potty training is bar far THE hardest thing I’ve faced as a parent so far. We’ve started and stopped I don’t know how many times but it got to the point where Rex was approaching 4 years old and nearing starting school.

So let’s rewind back to a couple of years ago when i tried to potty train the lovely Rex and it all went horribly wrong so we decided to give up and wait abit longer. So 6 months or so ago we NEEDED to get this done as Rex would be starting school in September. Fucking hell here we go again as if it wasn’t hard enough I was also 8 months preggo with the gorgeous River. We tried a whole number of things, sticker charts, rewards, chocolate buttons if he went. You name it we tried it. Losing my rag was a routine occurrence everytime he piddled on my carpet or on my brand new sofa. Scared to death to take him out because he’d already piseed in the pound shop and in the chemist I was so upset and frustrated We were getting nowhere but I couldnt give up as school was soon approaching so I just had to stay strong and keep focused. Then one day every half our or so I made sure he sat on the toilet, When that first wee happend you could have given me a million dollars and I would be more excited that my son had just pissed in the toilet! Oh we cheered, high fived and jumped about what an achievement! Sadly it didn’t last and I was spending my days scrubbing my carpets and washing his pants.

It was a few weeks before he was due to start school and things were not looking good but we powered through and when his first day of school came I had no choice but to send him in pants and put my hands together and pray to the toilet gods that he would be ok. I’m not gonna lie we had a couple of accidents in the first week but on the whole he was doing well and I was so proud of him.

UNTILL that day… the fateful day I will remember for the rest of my life and this is how it went. It was 3:15pm the school gates open and parents bundle in to collect their littleuns. Gets to the door and Rex’s teacher has some news… he’s had an accident. I apologise of corse but that’s not the end of the story. Head in my hands I can’t quite believe what I’ve just heard…. Not only did Rex “have an accident” he pulled his pants and trousers down squatted and shit in the sandpit!! That’s right you heard it correctly. My eyes pop out of my head and my hand covering my mouth I don’t know wether to laugh or what!! I’ve never been so mortified in my whole entire life but at the same time it’s bloody hilarious. I could not apologise enough but what could I do it’s happend and we just had to move on. I think the toilet goes must have been listening that day because pretty much from then on we had a fully toilet trained Rex, all was good in the world my baby had become a boy and I will always be proud of everything he does even if that’s shitting in a sand pit…..

Love you Rex

Z

Xxx