Sometimes the easiest path is not the best path. The boy pooped in
the tub while we were washing him after a messy lunch. The boy did what
he normally does, except sans diaper. And it's not like we could do
anything about it. Pam tried sitting him down on his potty because she
could tell he was trying to go, but he was having nothing to do with it.
I assume at some point it will occur. I would have really like to have a
kid like Manny (from "Modern Family") who self potty trained. But that
boy is fictional, and Milo is only 19 months old, I should expect a
little poop in the tub -- especially if you undress him when he hasn't
pooped yet.
In a way, I suppose I understand what he's doing and
why he's doing it. It is what he knows. I think I poop in my own tub on a
lot of occasions, so to speak. I have a tendency of picking the easier
option rather than the path that offers some difficulty. I don't do a
whole lot of risk/reward analysis. If it's hard, I avoid it. That seems
to dictate a lot of where my life leads. I pay a lot of lip service to
hard work, but it in the end I don't want to put the effort in. I
thought that by this point in my life it would be easier to put the
effort in. HaHa, get it?
Anyway I worry that I won't be
able to instill a sense of hard work and dedication in Milo because I
don't know how to do it. I was able to stick with school because
somebody else was judging me. When I am by myself I can't motivate
myself to keep things going.
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