Epic battles with a 3 yr old

It is Thursday. Oh that it would be Sunday. Sunday is when we have our sweet little girl's birthday party. Sunday is the day before Monday when we will take the kids to Great Wolf Lodge and laugh at winter while we play at the indoor waterpark. But no. It's Thursday. The day of my imminent defeat. I quit. I surrender. I rose for battle and was laughed at by my foe.  And just who is this foe that vanquished me so completely?  Well, here he is.

Isn't he adorable? He's three now. His birthday was just last week.  This fantastically sweet bundle of cuteness is usually a fairly easy child to handle. As easy as a 3 year old can be anyway.  A couple of weeks ago, I decided it was past time to get this little guy potty trained. I'd never waited so long to potty train a child before, so we started out. There was only one little problem. BBE, recently demoted back to A.T. for Average Toddler, didn't want to go to the potty. He was scared to go to the potty. He thought it was lots of fun to say he needed to go every. five. minutes. We'd go through the whole process then he would smile at me, and say he was "All done!" even though nothing had been "done."  He would panic if he actually did go. We had a little success, but he quickly dug his heels in after a couple of days and decided that diapers were just fine for him.  This is the point where he went from being upset at having an accident and trying to stay dry to simply not caring. Pee on the floor? No problem!  Pee in his sister's room? Why not!  Pee on daddy's new, favorite lounge chair? So obvious!

I included myself in the picture because I also defeated myself. I wasn't as consistent as I needed to be to get this job over with once and for all. Admittedly, I still had 3 other people that I needed to manage, and it's not like I could drop everything. So yes, I failed. I can't believe how demoralized my 3 year old has made me feel. This is what I do. I take care of kids every day, yet I can't even get my happy, easy going, 3 year old to pee in the potty.

I finally threw in the towel tonight. I told Mr. Inc to buy diapers while he was out.  I'm putting the kid potty in the closet. Do not mention potty training to me. Do not ask me how it's going. Do not give me tips for what worked for you. Don't suggest any kind of cereal or target practice. Don't let me see you make a face at me when I have to change a diaper. I might cry. Really. Because my 3 year old's refusal to use the potty has broken me. He is the straw to my camel's back. 

And I can't even go to chocolate and carbs to fill that emotional void because I promised my friend I would try to go more low-carb with her.   *Sigh*