Yes. Yeeeeeesssssss. It is with great sadness and despair that I tell you all, we are still wearing diapers. Actively. Not sometimes. Not occassionally. Always.
That doesn't mean that she's not also using the potty. She is. Sometimes 2-3 times a day. But, not enough to warrant getting rid of the diapes. Underwear doesn't have a snowball's chance in hell of staying dry, and I caught her trying to clean up an accident she had in her underpants without me knowing, which means she was embarassed/shamed/upset/pick one/whatever, which is not the feeling we want to harbor in the house about accidents. So, I stopped asking her if she wants to wear underpants...because I don't want to spend my nights laundering them.
I know the training will come eventually, and we'll look back on our potty-training trials and tribulations and laugh (probably not laugh, more like cry) but it doesn't mean that these days, I can't fall to my knees, throw my hands up to the sky and sob dramatically,
"Why me?! Oh god, whhhyyyyy???? For the love of all that is good and holy, have I not suffered enough? Does the world just hate me?????????!!!!!!!!!!!! Little old me???!!!!!"
A little too dramatic? I'm sorry; it's been a long week.
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