Just when I'd almost given up

I mentioned that I wanted to be done with potty training even though John is not potty trained. Right? Right.

Yesterday when he got home from school I asked him if he needed to go to the bathroom. Of course he responded by yelling "NO, I NEED TO GO TO THE BATHROOM!" This means I'm NOT going to go so don't ask me again or I will yell louder and don't try to drag me to the bathroom because I will NOT go. Trust me, if I drag him to the bathroom kicking and screaming (he is getting too big for me to do that anyway), he won't go.

I went outside to do some crappy yard work, which I was pretty mad about doing and John comes out. He said he needed to take a bath (that usually means he has had an accident). I couldn't see any signs of an accident so I asked him if he needed to pee. He proceeded to take me into my bedroom and showed me a nice wet spot on the floor. I was mad!!! After I cleaned it and him up, I finished up the crappy yard work. (Did I mention I was really mad about having to do that?)

It was 6:30 and since I hadn't made any dinner I decided we would go pick up the Dad at work and go out. (Did I mention that the Dad has been working like CRAZY for the last 8 or so weeks and hasn't been home on Saturdays to do the yard work I had to do?) On the way to the restaurant fast food place (Did I mention how expensive it is to eat out as a family?), I told the Dad that I was done potty training. He hasn't helped me much with the whole process so he didn't care.

FAST FORWARD 30 minutes.

After we were done eating I took John to the bathroom to wash his hands and face. He had spaghetti (Did I mention how much he loves spaghetti?). He was dancing while washing his hands and I asked him if he needed to go to the bathroom. Of course, he said no. We left the bathroom but he was still dancing so we marched right back in and he went pee. I couldn't believe that a) he didn't just pee in his pull-up and b) that he actually peed in the toilet. I felt hope!!!

Just when I'd almost given up John dangles a carrot in my face.

This morning John took off his diaper and peed on the bathroom floor. At least tile is easier to clean than carpet. Right? I wrote a long note to his teacher asking for her advice and I told her if she didn't have any miraculous advice I was throwing in the towel! Potty training SUCKS! Potty training a 5 year old boy SUCKS even more!!!