I Deserve The Sprain From Kicking Myself In The Butt

I am considering Micah to be officially potty trained. While we still have an accident here and there, it's so random that I don't even give it credit. It's also very far between episodes. I'm still just as thrilled about this as I was when he decided to wear underwear all of his own accord that one day this spring that kicked off the whole Lets Get The Potty Train In Gear phenom.

I'm smiling out loud. Can you hear me?

So you can imagine my frustration and disappointment when I caught Micah in the bathroom in the midst of a mess. Just last week I found a little brown something reposing on the floor in front of the toilet (which was the only accident that I remember in the past few weeks) and because of that I felt the need to go see if Micah was sitting when I heard him straining from the other room. (The boy hasn't mastered quiet couth in the restroom yet. Give him time. We're so very grateful for what we do have that we're not complaining about the little things.)

He wasn't sitting. He was standing. There was a puddle right inside the door. And another in front of the sink. And a third by the toilet. His shorts were soaked as were his socks, and I just lost it. "Micah, what did you do? You know better than that! Shame on you. Shame.On.You!" I actually voiced that out loud instead of containing it inside my head like a better mom would have.

It was then that I realized that he was wearing shorts with a button closure instead of a snap. His poor fine motor skills prevent him from undoing buttons, and his shorts weren't loose enough to just pull off without undoing that darned roadblock. I felt lower on the scale than the brown that was inside his boxers. I yelled at my son for doing something that he probably was quite embarrassed about, and just couldn't help.

In future, I'll be sure to inspect all his pants for snaps or elastic waistbands. I will not set him up for failure again. And I'm grateful that this incident happened at home rather than at school. My poor boy. As if he didn't have enough to overcome in the handicap department, he's saddled with a mom who has no forethought on his behalf.

5 comments:

Joyce said...

OK - deep breathing - it helps. I've been there done that. It was girls tights, but just the same. The wonderful thing about kiddos - they forgive us moms who open mouth and insert wadding boots. Good for Micah on the potty success!!!

Burgh Baby said...

He'll have forgotten all about it in no time, and even if he hasn't, at least you know now to beware of buttons. No need to beat yourself up. :-)

(Keri) Auburn Gal Always said...

Oh, Karen. It's ok. It's really ok. You lost your crap over some crap. Let it go. Give him love. He has probably already forgotten it. Unless he's like my boy and will remind you of it in 3 or 4 months.

You're a great mom.

You're my hewo!

(Keri) Auburn Gal Always said...

Oh, Karen. It's ok. It's really ok. You lost your crap over some crap. Let it go. Give him love. He has probably already forgotten it. Unless he's like my boy and will remind you of it in 3 or 4 months.

You're a great mom.

You're my hewo!

JennyH said...

Ok, that's kinda funny. Not about Micah but you. I am all aware of buttons and zippers. Max only has a few of those kinds of pants. Last week for the musical at school they had to wear black pants. I wrote a note in his notebook even to state max will need help with his pants. Poor Max couldn't even un-do them if he tried. No accidents that day but I'm not sure how. I like for him to be as independent as possible. I buy him pants that are elastic waist.