There are several subjects I swore I’d never talk about on this blog.
These include things that are too personal, too boring or, well, you know, too icky.
I don’t think anyone wants to hear about the time that happened. Or anything about the strange thing after I gave birth. Or the intimate details of our married life (like our evenings at home, on the sofa, watching property porn aka Location, Location, Location).
But there’s one of those types of topic that’s just on the tip of my lip…I’ve been biting my tongue until now but I’m just going to have to come out and say it.
I once went to a blogging conference where one of the speakers said ‘there are two types of mummy bloggers. Those who talk about the contents of their children’s nappies, and those who don’t.’ And four letter words starting with p and s aren’t ones I’ve ever really written about. It’s not so much that I am uncomfortable talking about bodily fluids. I spent my gap year in India; we talked of nothing else. I clearly much prefer discussing the glamorous side of motherhood instead; teething, being miserable, and tantrums…oh.
But yes, back onto that subject. I can’t really ignore the loud signs saying my daughter is ready, for much longer. The biggest sign being a note from nursery today, saying ‘Have you thought about potty training? We think she’s really ready.’
(Well yes, we had thought about it. She’s had a potty for a while, which has been sat on…usually fully clothed. And mostly it’s been sat in the cupboard).
We’ve been hesitant because of a) wanting to wait till the warmer weather as everyone says it’s wiser to wait and let her run around outside b) not wanting to rush into it, then spend months and months scrubbing the floor with bleach, pretending it’s all going so well, and c) wanting her to be really, really ready so we could take our usual relaxed parenting route (read: the path of least resistance. Or the pants, in this case).
But we really, probably do need to start thinking about it. And soonish, before we get brand new carpets and the baby arrives. But help, where do we start? What works, and fast? Tell me. I’m all ears, I swear.