It can be hard to drag yourself away from a good book, a fascinating documentary or an awesome Lego-building session, can’t it?
I would’ve thought, however, that if the inkling for urination had been and gone, the jiggling and dancing around had begun and the bladder was at bursting point, one could cease to be distracted by other things and just go to the loo. Simple really. You need to go, you go! But apparently that ain’t so for my little man.
Granted, he has recently started at a new day care centre at which he is expected to independently toilet himself in the absence of prompts or hand-holding from staff. And there’s lots of new stuff to play with and explore… And so, at almost all pick-ups in the last two weeks he has come home in his ‘spares’ and on one occasion, shoeless (urine-filled sneakers are apparently uncomfortable and a little embarrassing). We have spoken about recognising the signs of imminent wee and doing something about it (not in 5 or 10 minutes, but NOW!), but it seems, even at home, that going to the toilet is at the bottom of his priorities list. Just yesterday he was jiggling and running in circles, looking uncomfortable, but denied three times that he needed to go to the loo. Thankfully, sense sunk in before he was drenched and a few minutes later he skidded down the corridor, used his little Sesame Street step to open the toilet door and relieved himself with an audible sigh. Stubborn? Lazy? Male? I just don’t get it.
