Here, by the way, is a picture of the three different kinds of horrible, barbed wire covered underpants that I tried to torture her with yesterday.
The barbed wire is invisible.Offensive, right? After some consideration, I realised that the thing they had most in common, (they're different sizes, with different types of elastic, and different widths of gusset) was that they weren't diapers.
Yes, I know that's obvious. But the shape of them is completely different, and that's what I think was bothering her the most. The girls' underpants (that she picked herself) don't provide nearly as much coverage as a diaper.
Now that I think about it, asking her to try something new (or letting her, I guess, since it was her idea) in the last twenty minutes before we have to be out the door was just plain stupid.
We do have some training pants, but she wouldn't even put them on, because "they're not pretty." The thing about the training pants is that they're for boys. Which means that they have more coverage on the sides, and fit around the legs more like a diaper would. But if she won't even try the damn things on, we'll never know if she would like them better.
We already lost our day care spot in September* because she wasn't potty trained; I will go completely insane if she's not ready to start kindergarten. Completely.
So, this morning, I bribed her.
"Okay, honey. We've got lots of time, so how about this? How about, you try on these underpants? Just try them on?"
"No, thank you."
"How about if we set the timer for five minutes, and you just keep them on for five minutes?"
"Uhm... no. Thank you."
"How about if you keep them on for the whole five minutes, Mummy will give you some smarties?"
Five hours, six successes, and three accidents later**, she is still wearing underpants.
Training pants and Smarties: The winning combination.
The last pair. We've only got four pairs of these; a problem that will have to be remedied over the weekend. I've been washing them in the sink, and using a hair dryer to blow them dry. Which, obviously, is a little less than ideal.
And my house smells like pee.
I can not WAIT until this is over.
*I may be a little bitter. Just a bit.
**Is it normal for a kid to pee this much? Because I'm starting to wonder if I'm being Punk'd.