I am having a major realization this morning that Julia really, really needs to go to preschool in the fall. (Not to mention, I need her to go to preschool in the fall.) She is so bored. Maybe that's part of why she has so many meltdowns these days. She is so bored at home all day. (We do go to toddler class once a week during the school year, playgroup every other week, and other errands, playdates, storytime, etc., but that still leaves many, many days when we are just in our own house, especially when you factor in the complications of Genevieve's nap schedule and general needs--it's just not get-up-and-go-at-just-about-any-moment anymore, now that there's a second baby in the equation--,our lack of a car some days, and the fact that there is no park/playground within walking distance of our house. Also, it's very hard to take a young baby to the playground. They get tired of sitting in the stroller, you can't carry them around the whole time--oof!--, they won't wear sunglasses but the sun in their pale eyes makes them cry, the ground is too wet, cold, weird, whatever, to be comfortable for them to sit on, yet they're not walking yet....etc.)
Bottom line is this: POTTY TRAINING MUST! MUST! MUST! HAPPEN SOON. I am totally desperate. Julia continues to actively resist the potty chair--could not care less about it--and I have a feeling that the process, whenever it begins, is not going to be a quick one. So, I'm getting nervous that it won't happen in time for preschool in September. And if she's not potty trained, she can't go. For an entire year. A year during which I will surely go insane. And we will both be miserable.
This is filling me with a very unpleasant sense of dread. She needs something more than toddler class once a week for an hour.