Tomorrow is the Day

It is with great fear and trepidation that I must tell you all that tomorrow morning I am beginning the oh-so-joyous task of potty training my child.

I usually shy away from potty training topics and the like on social media, but I must let you know, in the event that I'm not blogging, what will be happening in this house for the next few days.

A book I read says that I have to enter into this displaying "the 5 C's." I must be:

1. Cool
2. Calm
3. Collected
4. Confident
5. Committed

Right now I am

1. Nervous
2. Anxious
3. Frazzled
4. Insecure
5. Wavering

We're 0 for 5, folks.

I do think she is ready. I think I am not ready.

Who knows? Maybe tomorrow she'll surprise me and be a potty training champ. Or, maybe I'll end up sobbing on the kitchen floor while holding a spray bottle of carpet cleaner and repeating "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" over and over again......

This is what I do know:

1. I have stickers
2. I have mini M&M's
3. I have a Minnie Mouse potty chair
4. I have Minnie Mouse panties
5. I have Bubble Guppies panties
6. I have pull-ups for night time
7. I am not going anywhere for several days
8. I have girlfriends that are just a text message away to give me hope or peace or allow me to send them crazy, panicked gifs

I think she will grasp the concept. I also think there is a high chance that she will understand what I want her to do, while also deciding to just not care and avoid the potty at all costs just as a way to be uncooperative. She likes to be uncooperative from time to time.

The one thing I have going for me is that she really, really doesn't like messes. If she spills a drop of water on herself she panics. "MOMMY! GET A MAPKIN! A MAPKIN, MOMMY, HURRY! NEW PANTS, MOMMY, NEW PANTS!"

The drama is high.