Potty training my son was easy. At least in the sense that my wife was home on maternity leave with our daughter and since I’m an at-home dad, we were able to split duties (literally) between the new baby girl and potty training our 21 month-old boy. We tried to use one of those 3-day training methods (ok, it was really 5 days, don’t judge me), and when we got frustrated, one of us took over watching him while the other grabbed the carpet cleaner. That’s how 3-day potty training methods go: watch the kid, clean the carpet, watch the kid, clean the couch, clean the rug, clean the chair, rinse, wash, repeat. Ok, now that I think of it, it wasn’t “easy” at all. It was actually super frustrating.
Fast-forward 20 months later and it was time to start thinking about potty training our daughter. I started to have flashbacks and nightmares and one night I woke up in a cold sweat. This time, it’s just me. All me. ONLY ME?!? My wife would be at work and not at home to tag team when our daughter peed all over the floor? Who would get the carpet cleaner?? And who was going to make lunch for the kids and me while I focused on potty training her?!? I had to face reality. There was no way I was going to even attempt a 3-day method. Contrary to popular belief, I am not entirely crazy– although my wife would beg to differ.
I drank some coffee, calmed down a bit, and had an epiphany: if I trained my boy, I could train my girl no matter what method or system I chose. I remembered how cute he was when we would both stand up and race to see who could finish first. OH! And all those times in public bathrooms when I could get him to just pull his pants down, lean in, and let it flow? It wasn’t that hard. This will be fine, I will be fine, WE will be fine! And then it hit me. She’s not a boy, she’s a girl, girls can’t stand up, what are you thinking?!? I have no idea how to potty train a girl, especially by myself!!! Abort mission, abort mission, ABORT MISSION!!!