Today is a special day. Today is the day that we have finally made significant strides in our quest to potty-train Riley! We couldn’t be more proud of her, even if we tried. It’s been a long road, filled with tears, poop, stickers, potty charts, and lots and lots of treats.
As I was packing lunches this morning, I heard her jump out of bed, open her bedroom door, and squeal, “Momma, I gotta go potty.” I swear, nothing is sweeter than hearing your diaper wearing 3-year old ask to go to the bathroom. Usually, her diaper in the morning adds 5 pounds to her small frame. Today, it was nearly dry. She scampered to the bathroom with me close on her heels, slammed the door in my face, and screamed, “I need privacy.” Ok, child. So, I guess not everything has changed, but this is still a win for me!
She has been doing really well at school. Her teachers have done an incredible job of urging her to wear undies and have encouraged her to ask to go to the bathroom when she needs to. Proudly sporting her Frozen underpants, with Elsa, Ana, and Olaf, parading across her bottom, she has only had a
million few accidents. I have no problem dealing with clothes and shoes covered in urine, as long as it means we are on the right track! Bring on the pee-soaked leggings!
Although this is a monumental success for all involved, there are aspects of Riley becoming an undies wearing, big girl, that totally freak me out. Mainly, the need to bring her into public restrooms. Hell, I barely go in there myself. The last thing I want to do is bring my curious three-year old, who will most likely touch anything and everything within reach, into what I consider to be a germ-infested hell-hole. No thanks.
I’m already trying to figure this out in my head. The first thing that came to mind was her little pink potty. This thing is portable, so why not just put it in the back of my car! Genius! She can use it every time we are out and she needs to go! Well done, Jenna, well done. But wait… This could scar her for life, or at least seriously mess up her social life.
I mean, what will happen when she is out with friends and has to go to the bathroom. I don’t want her to be shocked when she opens the trunk of her friend’s mom’s car and finds they don’t have a pink potty waiting for her. Sigh. It sounded good, hell, if it wasn’t frowned upon, I’d have one in the car for myself. But, I can just imagine the disapproving looks of disgust from strangers walking by who notice a 32 year old woman doing her business on a small pink pot in the back of her car. Ok, bad idea, next!
Preparation. I guess I am just going to need to be very, very prepared. I will carry an “on the go” public bathroom
kit bag. Easy enough, right? Let’s see, what will we need…
- Clorox wipes, check.
- Toilet paper, check, check.
- Hand sanitizer, yep.
- Gloves? – probably essential.
- Extra undies?- yes.
- Soap?- eh, throw it in there.
- Change of clothes?- must have at least 3 outfits for Riley and myself.
- Paper towels? ….duh.
Ok, this “on the go” bag just turned into a rolling suitcase. I might as well just become a hermit with my kids and never leave the house.
Is it too late to go back to diapers?
Ok, people, give me tips! What are your go-to tricks for using public restrooms with toddlers?