That rug really tied the room together.

Well, I've sunk to that level.

I'm about to write a blog post about potty training.

Consider yourself warned.

The thing is, I was all poised for Sophie to be a piece of cake to potty train. I mean, she had everything going for her.

She's a girl, and everyone keeps telling me girls are easier to potty train than boys.

She has two older brothers that go on the potty all the time, she's supposed to be eager to emulate them. 

She's our third kid, so we should be semi-pros at this by now.

So, I've been doing what I did with the other kids, where I spend a day with them pants-less, and regularly ask them if they need to potty, and repeatedly take them to sit on the potty even if they say they don't need to.

Sophie's response?

She pooped on the carpet.

This episode has happened TWICE.

I mean, at first she gets all excited about using the potty, and we sit, and nothing happens, and we do that about three times, and nothing is happening, and then two minutes later, while I am pouring Travis a glass of milk, she comes into the kitchen and tugs on my pants leg and says, "Momma! I pooped!" and by now I am smart enough to know this is NOT something I should be excited about, and I say in a somewhat suspicious tone, "really....show me where" and she takes my hand and leads me to the dining room and says "right here, and look, poop on the butterfly" because of course she also managed to soil whatever toys she had been playing with at the time.

And then I sigh and get to work cleaning it up, simultaneously thanking the Lord that Ben is not home right now because he just can't handle this stuff and cursing that Ben is not home right now because I am tired of always being the one on poop duty.

I refuse to be the person that spends weeks obsessing about potty training, so once I encounter a setback like this, I pretty much wash my hands of the whole thing (pun fully intended).

We're back to diapers.

I'm quite certain Sophie is insanely confused by the whole thing.

I don't much care. She's not pooping on my carpet anymore and right now, that is my primary concern.

Priorities, right?