With the arrival of this weeks break in the school calendar I knew very grudgingly I had to dedicate this time to one thing and one thing only.
Potty Training Eli.
Yep, the same Eli that is unpredictable, stubborn and delights in the filth of his bodily excrement.
Coupled with morning sickness that just won't bugger off I anticipated the upcoming week with very little optimism.
Well with the exact same amount of optimism I have that David Beckham will unexpectedly turn up on my doorstep and profess he should have proposed to me in 1997 and not Victoria. After all Victoria and I do have the same maiden name of Adams and we both have brown hair so it's understandable that he could easily get confused. Yes, even though we're not officially acquainted. Because lets face it he may be an Adonis to look at but he's just not very clever.
Monday arrived and Rob left for work early. I took 800 deep breaths and got on with the task in hand.
I decided on a double pronged bribery approach coupled with Gina Ford's Potty training in one week.
We have the immediate reward of if you pee in the potty you can have a single lovely skittle to enjoy each time coupled with the longer term award of if you fill up this chart with stickers every time you pee (or poo of course) when it is full you can have that super snazzy walking talking Lightnin' McQueen you've been coveting since you spied it at Tesco. (Of course I was wise and got it half price in the January sales, cha-ching!)
Day 1 there was pee on the floor but mostly pee on the potty and he was dry all night.
Day 2 there was still some pee on the floor but again mostly pee on the potty and dry all night.
Day 3, which will be known for the rest of the time as the day Eli became my favourite child there was pee only on the potty totally unprompted by me all the day long.
Hooray! So on day number 4 I'm feeling confident and may even venture out in public.
But maybe I won't because I might miss David Beckham popping by.
Because apparently miracles of such magnitude are possible.