08 Sep
I Thought It Would Be Different
Since Jack was about a year old I have been looking forward to something. Something fabulous. Something that would allow me a little bit of freedom. I have been looking forward to him being potty trained and Daddy taking him to the bathroom when we are out to eat. (Don’t give me that look, I know it’s a sad thing to look forward to).
It was never really intentional, but it has always worked out that I do diaper changes when we are out. Not a knock on my husband at all, but it’s just the way that it wound up. So for three years now, I haven’t eaten an entire meal at a restaurant without having to change a diaper. And now with the addition of Xander, I was often changing 2 diapers and of course, not at the same time.
I’ve always said that I don’t mind because once the boys were potty trained, the would be Daddy’s responsibility. Daddy would take them potty when we are out. And of course there are more years of needing to escort your kid to the bathroom than diaper changing years. You see where this is going right? Now that Jack is potty trained, he INSISTS that I am the one to take him potty. Sure if he’s out with just my husband, he goes with him, but if I’m around? Forget it, it has to be me. I thought it would be different. I thought my bathroom responsibilities would greatly decrease. I was wrong.
And so my dream is shattered. The dream of being the one eating their meal as it comes from the kitchen, sitting and entertaining the other child as my husband gets up from the table 2 or more times during a meal to take a kid to the bathroom. Shrugging when the child asks to go potty for the 3rd time, knowing full well that they don’t actually have to go, but someone has to take them in case they actually do have to go. It’s gone. The dream is gone. I foresee having to take Jack potty until he is old enough to be embarrassed about going to the ladies’ room. I think I still have a few years until that happens.
I guess the only thing to do now is to start working on Xander. I need to convince him that he wants Daddy to take him potty. It’s only fair, right?
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The only thing to do now is make Daddy take over the diaper changes.
oh daddy needs to step in to diaper duty with xander asap.
wait. does your husband read your comments? if so, i was just kidding. #notreally
Dude, it sucks always being the one who has to take the kid. I feel your pain. Immensely.
I could have warned you. Seriously – motherhood means seeing the inside of every public bathroom in the galaxy. And most of the time, the moment will come just exactly as your lovely plate of restaurant food is placed in front of you.
That just potty trained phase is the worst because every time they ask to go, you have to take them. Maybe they do need to go every 15 minutes or maybe they are intrigued by visiting every possible public restroom… We drove to the Outer Banks shortly after Juliana potty trained. We took a potty seat because at the time the only public restroom she would use was Target. We also had to stop at a Target along the way as well. She has high bathroom standards and would hold it if she didn’t like the bathroom option. I think the boys will have lower standards at least I hope.