It’s supposed to be gorgeous out, and we can’t spend such a gorgeous weekend trapped in the house by the bathroom.
It’s supposed to be gross out, and it will be hard enough having our toddler stuck inside all weekend without adding potty training into the mix.
I mean, did you see the news that just came out about Miles Teller? I don’t know how we’re supposed to focus on anything else with that whole situation going on.
We’ve already committed to making this the weekend when we pretend we’re serious about getting her to stop using her pacifier rather than the one when we pretend we’re serious about getting her to use the potty.
We don’t want to.
We want to so badly that not doing it seems like a valuable opportunity to teach ourselves and our toddler about the benefits of self-denial.
One of his cousins is just about finished with potty training, and we need to let her enjoy her moment in the sun for a weekend or six before we swoop in with great potty training news of our own.
My parents are visiting, and we don’t want the stress of potty training to ruin a fun weekend with them.

