I just grounded my 5 year old. From reading books.
Yep, you read that correctly.
I am forbidding my child from reading.
Seriously, who does that?
(Um, that would be me.)
So Nathan has a lot going on in that little brain of his. He ponders the galaxies and the composition of stars and the meanings of words like “necessarily,” and he’s reading Harry Potter. By himself.
But apparently, that cute little brain is so busy figuring out the universe that it forgets the simple things. Like the toilet and its purpose.
I’m so tired of smelly, stinky, wet, messy underwear. I’ve started just throwing them away because washing them out is just…well, gross. We’ll buy more underwear. (And we have. On multiple occasions.)
In my quest to potty train MY FIVE YEAR OLD, I took the advice of a friend who survived a similar struggle, and I’ve started taking away the very activity which distracted him and prevented him from remembering the purpose of a toilet.
So far, he is grounded from the Wii and his Leapster. And books.
I ground him for a week from said activities, and if he has another accident, the countdown starts over.
(Sounds harsh? YOU deal seventy-two pairs of urine-soaked pants and let me know if you have a better idea.)
(Did I mention that he’s FIVE?!?)
We tried this method earlier in the year, and it worked like a charm (after about 3 weeks of no TV). He did great with his friend The Potty…until about 2 weeks ago.
And earlier this week, he was in his room reading, soaked his jeans, and explained it by saying, “But I tried to hold it while I was in my room!”
Hold it? In your room? Five steps from the bathroom door? Seriously?
Just one more thing we didn’t think of when we said, “Let’s have a baby!”