Complain? Never! What’s two days spent in excruciating labor; what’s some minor (okay, extreme) sleep deprivation when it’s part of the precious package of motherhood?,Lifetakes: Operation Triple T,Complain? Never! What’s two days spent in excruciating labor; what’s some minor (okay, extreme) sleep deprivation when it’s part of the precious package of motherhood?
I am not throwing in the towel. Not that there are any towels left to throw. Every last one I own is currently the casualty of an accident of the toilet-training variety.
His third birthday fast approaching, my little boy has yet to complete this particular rite of passage. I’ve spent the past couple of days doing everything in my power to change this state of affairs.
Day One of Operation Triple T (Toilet Train my Tzaddik’l) found me cross-legged on my bathroom floor, putting on a song and a dance to keep my delicious ball of energy from bounding off the potty. I was getting so tired of singing, “The Wheels on the Bus”; my voice was starting to sound like its batteries were dying.
In desperation, I speed-dialed my mom. “Where can I buy potty glue?” For goodness’ sake, she trained 11 of us, she must have some up her sleeve. Alas, all she had to offer was a chuckle.
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