Descent into He!!

I misspelled that on purpose so I wouldn't officially be swearing, but you get my point anyway. Today I put panties on my two year old. I have been ignoring the signs that she's been ready to potty train for several weeks now. But this week after getting her out of bed three times in the morning completely naked (I don't know how to fix that grammar- she was naked, not me), having her try to pee and poo in the potty successfully three or four times, I've decided that it's time. But it was a hard decision to come to. This weekend is one of the only until January that I think I might have time to tackle it, so here we go.

I'm not having one of those nostalgic moments of her abandoning her babyhood. I do have those often, but not today. The problem is that I love diapers. I love that I can say, "Oh, you're only wet. I think I'll wait another two hours or so to change you." I love being able to drive to Idaho without stopping every twenty minutes on the side of the road with the port-a-potty. In fact, I love not that was haven't needed a port-a-potty in the car for several years. I love sleeping through the night and only having to wash her sheets once a week (and no, I probably don't really wash them that often, but I want you to think I do). Moving into the panties stage negates all that convenience and comfort.

Many of you may disagree with me, but I'm just not a pull-ups kind of gal. I don't want her to think she has permission ever to go in her pants again. I think it's a jump off the cliff into the world of panties. If I have any sort of diaper around, I'll be tempted to put it on her, so we have to get off them cold turkey. For the next two years or so, I'll see the inside of every gas station and grocery store bathroom that we pass. It will take at least an extra hour to drive to my parents' house for Thanksgiving. My laundry will increase at least a load a week, if not daily sheets for a while. Already today we're on our third set of pants. I have had to sing I'm so glad when Daddy comes home at least 20 times, because for some reason she wants me to sing it while she's sitting and trying. It's definitely becoming my mantra.

I snuck downstairs to blog while she's taking her nap (on a waterproof mat) so you could all commiserate with me. Cross your fingers, and I may be calling you to babysit any minute now.