Two Ugly Words

Potty training.  Those two words absolutely strike fear into my soul.  I hate potty training.  Yes.  I used the word hate, and I meant it.  So what am I doing potty training my 24 month old?  All I can say is:

He started it. 

He did.  He wants to sit on the potty...well, sometimes.  And then he can make pee...most of the time.  And then I went to Costco yesterday and stared at that $40 box of 200 diapers, and I thought, "I can't buy 200 diapers.  I don't think it makes sense."  And so I didn't.  I bought the $30 box of 70 Pull-Ups.  And just so you know I don't know if that makes sense either.

Potty training, in addition to its obvious horrors, is the land of limbo.  Will it work?  When do I start?  Is he ready?  And how many diapers do I need to buy?  What am I doing?

That's the question I ask myself most, and there is no easy answer.  Most of the time I'm just figuring it out as I go.  Except with potty training there is clean up duty.  I hate that.