Today was one of those mornings where I had a million things to do before I got the kids out the door. When Mark is gone, it is always a race to get out the door and today was no different... [I will spare you the details, but I think you can get a pretty good idea of what I'm talking about...] As I am ready to leave, Zach has an accident. Actually, an accident is being kind - he KNEW what he was doing was wrong - that's why he was hiding from me... But it wasn't any tiny problem - he had eaten about half a watermelon the day before. So I had to quickly get him a shower and get out the door. We made it, barely, but it made me REALLY grumpy. He is almost 8 years old and I am still battling the potty...
You can imagine my mood when we are driving to school. Zach is whimpering because I did not help him get his shoes on and he thinks this task is too hard for him. (It's not, he does it all the time.) So again, you can imagine my mood spiraling down even more.
I just want to know when Zach will get control of his bowels. (Am I really blogging this??) I am so tired of the constant wondering if he will ever learn! So when a friend complained that it took 6 months to get her son trained,
But I do understand hamsters a bit better... (see if you can figure out why!)
Obviously, this potty training technique is not working. Any suggestions on potty training a mentally handicapped child with low muscle tone? Because I have two of them and my method is clearly not working... In the meantime, I better spend more time in prayer so that I can get a handle on my lack of patience and control my tongue a bit better! Not to mention, apologize for losing it.