Toilet Training

Hey, here's a re-cap of today, and if it doesn't sound that bad, remember that I feel like crap to begin with.
1st: Sophie wakes up early, and insists on planting her elbows into my back/side while watching TV. Thus, gaining anymore sleep was impossible.

2nd: The gymnastics fiasco--wrong day, right time. Sophie did watch the class and kept saying "I want to do that", which made me feel great.

Intermission: I had her try to go to the bathroom at least once per hour, which is actually quite a production, even if she doesn' t go.

3rd: Lunch at Papa's Pizza. I felt bad and wanted her to have somewhere to run around. After two tries going to the bathroom there, she finally went. I looked similar to what I looked like last night (plus a bit of make-up), so it was enevitable that I would run into someone I went to high school with. And of course, she was still beautiful, had very cute kids and is a dentist. Hmmm....

4th: A short trip home to get the shopping list and off to Freddies. Twice during our trip Sophie says she has to go pee pee. The first time, nothing. The second time, a healthy amount. One the way out of the bathroom, Sophie sees the play area. I try and explain to her that I won't be staying there and she doesn't seem to care. I fill out the necessary paperwork, don my ID bracelet, and continue shopping by myself with the racecar shopping cart (only one person asked if I was missing someone). About 5 minutes later, as I'm waiting for the man to wrap my salmon, I'm paged back to the play area. I expected Sophie to be crying, missing me. Well, actually she had peed her pants. RIGHT after having just gone to the bathroom. I cut my shopping short, realized that I had left her backpack in the car, and paid for our food. All with her walking like a cowboy.

5th: Get to the car, and realize---I must have left the backpack at home. She had to sit on a plastic bag in her carseat.

6th: Get home, no backpack. I realize that I must have left it at Papa's Pizza. Call them, "Yes, it's in our office", "Great, I'll be there in a bit to pick it up".

7th: Sophie asks for a pull-up, most likely to poop. I convice her ("you can have a BIG treat if you go in the potty") to try the toilet and read to her, all of this going on for about 30 minutes. She alternates squatting on the floor then ends up getting poop on the bathtub, floor and her socks before actually going a tiny bit on the toilet. She's very proud and we celebrate, she has her BIG treat. Then she says that more poop is coming out, retracts that statement and proceeds to pee all over the bathroom floor and laughs. I have lost my sense of humor by that point and just stick her in the bathtub. I really TRY not to seem angry and tell her that I"m "not cross", but she's smart enough to know that I'm lying. She was standing 12 inches away from the toilet when she went on the floor!!!
Aahh, the joys of potty training.

This is why I only want two children.

Lesley