I’m cranky today, and not feeling very inspired. I generally try to incorporate Works For Me Wednesday posts into what I am already writing about my “Journey Away From Slobdom” but that’s just “not working” for me today.
I could not link up, but I’ve met quite a few of you through WFMW, and I hate to miss one. Plus, I thought of a good tip that totally worked for me.
Being a slob, I get overwhelmed by messes. My kids aren’t allowed to eat in the living room. But I know neat freaks who DO let their kids eat in theirs. It really doesn’t make sense at first glance.
My theory is that they aren’t intimidated by messes. They just clean them up. They know that if something spills, they’ll have to stop and clean it up, but it isn’t the end of the world.
I imagine that if something spilled, it would take FOREVER to get it cleaned up and so it probably wouldn’t be worth the effort and so my couch would be ruined forever and so I would be forced to live with a stained couch because we can’t afford to replace it right now and so I would be embarrassed for anyone to see my home and so I would cry every single day.
When it comes to Potty Training (yes, it’s a proper noun and should be capitalized), I have found that the big secret . . . is that there is no big secret. You can try all the little tricks in the world but the only thing that really works is when you put them in undies. Not just put them in undies, but keep them in undies. They’ll be potty-trained when they realize that you’re serious. That you’re not going to go back to diapers or pull-ups. I was given the advice to clear your calendar for a week and not go ANYWHERE.
She was right. With my first, he went through 17, yes SEVENTEEN changes of clothes in the first day, AND I only had 6 pairs of undies for him. I washed every single item of dirty laundry in the house that day. When my husband came home in the evening, I collapsed on the floor and mumbled because I didn’t even have the strength to move my lips.
But when I put undies on him the next morning, he knew I meant business and started learning to go the potty when he needed to. Within a week, we were in business. Not perfect, but on our way.
So what’s my big tip?
Since I’m a slob AND a germaphobe and can’t handle the thought of pee on my couch and the total impossibility of ever getting it decontaminated, I took all of my waterproof crib protector thingys, and covered every couch/upholstered chair/ottoman in the living room. I put pretty throws on top of the protectors and nobody was the wiser. Until they sat on them and felt the crackle. But everyone thought it was a great idea and didn’t mind.
There you go. I’m not Dr. Phil, but it’s what has worked for me for three kids now.