The Day I Quit Potty Traning

Go ahead; judge me all you want. My kids are nearly two and a half years old and they are not potty trained. In spite of my best effort, they aren't. They're not ready. And I don't care. You see. For the past few months, the time I've spent in the bathroom fruitlessly has ticked by faster than I care to even think about. Trying to train four kids at once to use the bathroom is exactly what I expected: hell. 

I should point out that those hours have not been completely fruitless. If I'm able to stay on top of them, the boys actually will go in the potty. The girls however, have no interest. I say this only because I feel like it's important for moms to hear that what other people tell you will happen with your kids is not always right. You have to do what is best for you and your kids; nobody else's. 

I'm sure I'll catch flack for this post but you know what, I don't care. Most of those people speaking their opinions have never in their lives attempted to potty train quadruplets.  Alone. I spend a minimum of 60 hours a week completely alone with four toddlers and the remaining hours are mostly still spent with them. You see, there are no breaks for me. None. 

Do you know what toddlers do? I'll tell you what they do. They push their limits. When there's four of them, they eventually realize they outnumber you and they gang up on you. While you tend to one's needs (or their messes), the others are making a mess in another room or learning cool ways to get into things they shouldn't. It's a never-ending story. I promise. 

Why can't the toys stay in the toybox?

Little by little, I slowly feel my sanity slipping away. In the last week, we've had two broken windows and a broken TV. After the second broken window, we decided that we would only allow toys in their bedrooms from now on. I spent an entire morning culling through toys and relocating them to the respective bedroom. Then, as I had one child in the bathroom on the potty, another ran to me yelling "uh oh, broke". I knew something was wrong and came in to find the television talking, without a picture. We've had countless accidents in our beds, on the couches, on the rugs, and on the floor. I'll never get back the hours I've spent cleaning up those messes. I've been so desperate that I've spent hours on the phone with people I'm closest to trying to figure out what to do. 

Ouch! Anybody want to come replace glass for us?

I can only be in one place at one time. If I'm in the bathroom encouraging one child to use the potty, I cannot be in the living room supervising the other three. And since potty training requires consistency, I spend a lot of time in the bathroom which creates more disasters in the other rooms. Thankfully, we've been able to childproof enough of the house so we haven't had any major disasters, involving injuries, but it's only a matter of time. Therefore, I'm done. It shouldn't be so difficult. Not only is it stressful for me, it's stressful for my kids. When my kids are ready to use the potty, they'll tell me. We'll put them in underwear, and they'll go on the potty. Nobody goes to college in diapers. So with this post, I officially quit worrying it. 

They were supposed to be napping. The room was picked up before nap. He climbed out of his crib. Total destruction!

Ironically, as I was searching through my phone for applicable pictures to add to this post, I came across this article on Facebook further reinforcing my decision:

In the meantime, I'll spend my days acting as a drill-sergeant 24/7 and my nights and naps trying to raise money to replace our family's television and a window.  My sanity and my children's overall discipline are much more important than stupid potty-training! I'll continue to spend $250 a month on diapers. It's a small price to pay for my sanity after all! And if anyone has anything to say about it, I dare them to speak a word to me before they've spent a week (or even a couple days) in my shoes!


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