Pooped her pants

Super frustrated/perplexed.
I have a 75lb female German Shepherd long coat. She’s 3 years old and she was spayed at 1. I’m in Michigan.
A few days ago she started panting non stop. Even while she sleeps (sleeping she just breathes fast). About 50-75 breaths per minute.
Her food nor water intake has changed at all. Her energy levels are perfectly normal (she’s always on the go) and keeps trying to get me to let her outside to run/play, but I’m worried she’ll over heat. She has a really high drive and won’t stop running even when exhausted. I thought maybe UTI but her peeing and pooping haven’t changed. She doesn’t seem to be licking any area. She’s not having any accidents aside from throwing up yesterday but I think it was from the first time ever eating a hot dog (she never gets human food).
I gave her the hotdog to hide dog aspirin in it thinking she may be in pain. But that didn’t seem to change anything. I gave her Benadryl later in the day to see if it was allergies.
Is it possible she’s just hot? It has been in the high 80’s here. I have fans blowing on her and I’m freezing ice cubes to put in her water to see if that helps at all.
Idk what else to do.
Any help would be greatly appreciated.

This happened about 10 years ago. I was at home, and my cat was being a little crazy (as cats do). My sister saw my cat scratching on the carpet and made a snarky comment to my mom, who I was living with at the time, that I should get rid of that "stupid bitch of a cat and get her put down." and started laughing. I of course react not so nicely, and she asks me why I am being a "Cunt". My sister is a chronic shit-stirrer, so she made me upset, and I left for an event I had to go to.
A few hours later, I get a call, and I answer. It was a police officer. I thought the worst and asked what was going on. It turns out my dad was at a bar, and I guess he got a little too tipsy. They said he was lying down next to the building and pooped himself. I, of course, am pretty close to said bar, but my sister was too. I told the police officer on the phone that I was at an event and was not available and to call my sister. I gave him my sister's number and put my phone on Do Not Disturb. I checked my phone an hour later and had five missed calls, as well as a bunch of texts from her saying that she got a call from the officer and that Dad needed to be picked up immediately before they took him to the police station.
It turns out she went to pick him up, and his pants were worse than the officer said. She had to clean him up quite a bit before taking him back home. I had voicemails cussing me out about how she had to pick him up and clean him. I called her back later and asked how it went. She was angry and asked why I couldn't do it. I tell her, "Sorry, I was too busy putting my stupid bitch of a cat down" and hang up. No, my cat was not put down, and she for sure got the message to not mess with me again.
Edit to add context: The carpet was a piece of carpet that was cut out and leftover from the house being built, my mom was okay with the cat scratching that piece of carpet.
Edit 2: mom and dad are divorced, that's why I got called instead

Hello internet friends! We just started potty training my 26 month old and things are going great. Over the past two days, we’ve had a couple accidents but have peed and pooped in the potty! I’m so proud! She’s currently bottomless and just wearing a tshirt. Here are some of my questions:
1) she cannot push/take her pants off by herself. We are working on it but it’s a struggle. Any tips?
2) without prompting her, she spends a lot of time on the potty. She wants to eat lunch sitting on it, play with her toys on it, and will get upset if she needs something (water, etc) and she can’t reach it from where she is sitting. We tell her it’s ok she can get up, but it seems to stress her out. last night, she watched a movie from the potty despite us asking her if she wanted to get on the couch like us as she usually does.

This happened about 10 years ago. I was at home, and my cat was being a little crazy (as cats do). My sister saw my cat scratching on the carpet and made a snarky comment to my mom, who I was living with at the time, that I should get rid of that "stupid bitch of a cat and get her put down." and started laughing. I of course react not so nicely, and she asks me why I am being a "see you next Tuesday." if you are catching my drift. My sister is a chronic shit-stirrer, so she made me upset, and I left for an event I had to go to.
A few hours later, I get a call, and I answer. It was a police officer. I thought the worst and asked what was going on. It turns out my dad was at a bar, and I guess he got a little too tipsy. They said he was lying down next to the building and pooped himself. I, of course, am pretty close to said bar, but my sister was too. I told the police officer on the phone that I was at an event and was not available and to call my sister. I gave him my sister's number and put my phone on Do Not Disturb. I checked my phone an hour later and had five missed calls, as well as a bunch of texts from her saying that she got a call from the officer and that Dad needed to be picked up immediately before they took him to the police station.
It turns out she went to pick him up, and his pants were worse than the officer said. She had to clean him up quite a bit before taking him back home. I had voicemails cussing me out about how she had to pick him up and clean him. I called her back later and asked how it went. She was angry and asked why I couldn't do it. I tell her, "Sorry, I was too busy putting my stupid bitch of a cat down" and hang up. No, my cat was not put down, and she for sure got the message to not mess with me again.
Edit to add context: The carpet was a piece of carpet that was cut out and leftover from the house being built, my mom was okay with the cat scratching that piece of carpet.
Edit 2: mom and dad are divorced, that's why I got the call instead

My(22F) sister(25F) had a fiancé(44M) who moved in to our childhood home about a year ago(end of August). He has to be the most vile man I know. He’s loud, unhygienic, and blunt. Their relationship was pretty rocky and once his parents moved away he sort of forced my sister’s hand into letting him move in. About a week later he proposed to her in our backyard. She excitedly asked me to be her maid of honor but I can’t lie I wasn’t exactly excited for her. To be honest, he has been rude to me in the past & commented about my chest once or twice. I was very vocal about the fact that I didn’t want him to move in ever & my sister sneakily moved him in once I went back to college for the fall semester. At least, I go to college so I am not always around him.
Anyway, he had been living in our home for about three months when the incident occurred. For context, the now ex fiancé has IBS & has been known to leave the bathroom quite messy after an attack. Well one day when he was home alone he had eaten fast food & felt an attack coming on. He raced to the bathroom & started using it but then realized there was no toilet paper. Keep in mind that he is a bigger guy with no common sense when it comes to his body & its dimensions. He thought that since he was home alone he would be able to go from one side of the house with his pants down while still having diarrhea. As he was walking he bumped into walls & furniture. He lefts a trail from one side of the house to the next. There was even brown hand prints on the wall. Once he was all finished he proceeded to go to work the night shift like nothing happened. He was completely oblivious as to what he had done.
My poor mom was the first to come home & discover the mess. She had to use Clorox wipes all over the house. She must’ve gone through at least two cans of wipes by the end of it. Afterwards, my sister came home & my mom sat her down & told her what she had found. They then came to the conclusion that my sister should break up with him.
This certainly wasn’t the first time that he had made a mess from his IBS attacks. He later went on to deny that he had gotten feces on the walls & furniture. Once she broke up with him, my mom called me to tell me the news & I was quite happy to be rid of him.
Fast forward to now & my Dad & I were chatting about what had occurred. I was going in on how terrible he was to him. My dad then replied by saying that he always liked him & that he had wished they stayed together despite all the craziness that he put her & my family through. He also said that I was too harsh on him & that I shouldn’t talk so terribly about him. I find it annoying that my dad never had to live with him yet he has such strong opinions on the man. I don’t know how my Dad could feel the way he does even knowing the story of poop gate. So AITAH?

Currently potty training my second daughter, who is 2.5. I trained our first at the same age three years ago, and I felt like that journey was relatively straightforward. She was resistant like most toddlers are, but the idea clicked with her within the first week (for pee, at least. Poop took about a month). Lots of setbacks and regressions with that along the way, but progress still always moved in the right direction after a day or two.
My second has been really happy to sit, and has had few full pees and two full poop on the potty since we started last Sunday. But we've been at this for almost a week, and she still isn't peeing on the potty when I know (and she knows!) she has to go. She will sit for 5-10 minutes happily, then pee right after on the floor.
She can hold it for a long time, which is a good sign that she can handle this, and there is almost no resistance to trying the potty. But I just can't seem to get her to release pee at the right time.
At first, it felt like we were chugging along well, but we definitely aren't making as much progress as I would expect. I wonder if part of this is because we did the pants off method for two days, then sent her to daycare in underwear? Maybe that was confusing? She actually had more success at daycare than home, so we figured she was catching on. But now that it's the weekend, she isn't peeing on the potty at all.
Should we give up and try again in a few weeks?

My husband has been very difficult in our entire marriage (9 years). We have 2 kids (8F and 5M). He emotionally cheated on me after the birth of our daughter because he couldn’t wait the 8 weeks for me to recover from my c-section. He was requesting and sending nudes with his ex. Then while I was pregnant with my son, he was more invested in his coworkers pregnancy than mine. I forgave him for both because I thought I was doing right by my kids. Fast forward to now, he has always been controlling towards me but now it’s starting towards my kids. My daughter has an IEP for school and is immature for her age and I want to get her tested for autism as we have family members on both sides with various degrees of it. He refuses to accept it and won’t acknowledge her emotional distress and difficulty in school. My son started pooping his pants a few months back and the school nurse recommended I take him to a pediatric gastroenterologist. Again, my husband refuses to deal with it. When I say I’m going to make appointments, he gets extremely angry and will start withholding stuff from us. I suffer from severe anxiety and depression and was hospitalized in 2019 for suicide ideation, he visited me once when I was in the hospital (10 days) and told me he thought we should divorce. When I try to broach the subject, he threatens that no judge will let me have custody of the kids with my medical background. I am also scared because I don’t know if I can raise them on my own, I just know we can’t live like this anymore. Sorry for the long post, I just don’t know what to do anymore. Am I wrong for staying because financially it helps me to take care of the kids? How do I leave and ensure custody of my kids? I can handle the abuse, I just don’t want my kids to endure it anymore. Please, any advice is appreciated.

My senior Peke, Twinkie, is around 10 years old now. She's been on phenobarbital for a little over 2 months to control idiopathic epilepsy. Well, I swear, I have a totally different dog now!
For the most part, she seems happier, more active and playful. But it almost seems like the pheno "reactivated" an old spinal injury (7+ years ago) that left her partially paralyzed temporarily - she could walk and potty just fine, but she had no feeling or reaction to stimuli to her rear paws (the vet said her being mobile was involuntary or subconscious, or out of instinct or habit?). She was on crate rest for 6 weeks and on prednisone, rimadyl and dasuquin advanced, and after all that, she was back to normal. And now, she's very wobbly in the rear end, clumsy, and when playing with a toy will throw it around and sort of pivot on her butt to turn to get it, so she's using her whole front of her body, but barely any of her butt or back legs. She walks, runs, jumps and potties just fine, though, so it doesn't seem to be a problem. Her labs and liver levels 3 weeks after starting the pheno were normal. Anyways...
Here's the weird stuff:

1. She has never been a dog to get into trouble or find mischief. She plays with her toys nicely and never breaks or rips them. All of sudden, Twinkie is a naughty pants! Yesterday, she found one of my adult kid's dirty socks, and I caught her chewing on it! She let me take it and put it up without a problem. But today, she found another sock, and did NOT want to give it up. Out of fear of getting bitten, my kid used my grabber tool to try to take it, and Twinkie went after it! What the heck? It's like she was invoking my first Peke, Lily, whose favorite "toys" were my late husband's dirty socks!!! I've never seen another dog do that in the last 15 years! Lily never guarded them in a nasty way, but in a teasing way. She wouldn't even play with toys, JUST the socks! Also, since starting this medication, Twinkie has been copying my kid's Pomsky (who we got October 2022) and shredding Kleenex! I know dogs learn things from other dogs, but for Twinkie, it's JUST the naughty things.. and vice versa, Maple (the Pomsky) has learned to guard things from Twinkie.
2. Twinkie has gotten SUPER whiny, annoyingly so, since beginning phenobarbital. She whines when she's nesting, whines whilst asleep, whines for no apparent reason, but the worst is the whining in the morning! It's like her internal clock is way out of whack. She normally eats breakfast between 10 and 11am (it used to be 9 - 9:30 until these issues started), and dinner at 8:30. Well, now she thinks if the sun is up, and someone got up to use the bathroom, it's time for breakfast, and if it's around 7pm, she demands dinner. The mornings are the worst - the sun starts coming up around 5am, and she'll start whining and yipping LOUDLY anytime between 6am and whenever I feed her. The earliest I'll feed her is 10:30am, the latest 11am. Dinner is the same, except she starts around 7pm, and I feed her earliest at 8:30pm, the latest is 9pm. I'm being strict about the schedule, because she's been so disruptive to me & my adult kids - one who is disabled with ASD + mental health diagnoses, the other who works 2 jobs and also has mental health diagnoses - that we're all exhausted and struggling to perform our daily duties. I've begun putting her on a leash at the first whine of the morning and night, and keeping her close to me, which seems to help, but I still have to get up early to do it... which leaves me needing a nap midday! I'd keep her in my bed overnight, but for a 10 lb dog, she takes up a LOT of space on my bed! She insists on laying the wide way and will push me to the very edge of my bed, which interrupts my sleep. So, for now, the leash is helping the other 2 humans get their necessary sleep at least.
3. She's been "corncobbing" the Pomsky when they're playing. I don't know if corncobbing is the same kind of thing as "pibble nibbles", but Twinkie is doing that when she's NEVER done it before. You know where they just use the front of their teeth and take tiny little bites in a row? My second oldest daughter has a Boxer Pit mix that corncobs, but I've never seen another dog do it aside from her. Twinkie just started the corncobbing and also play biting the Pomsky about 2 weeks ago. She does it on her butt, legs, and neck.
4. She's been just sitting outside in the rain during her potty breaks, and she has always hated rain! Up until a week ago, if it was raining, she'd walk the edge of the house under the eaves to go potty, and come right back in afterwards. Some rainy days she just skips pooping altogether, she hates it that much! Oddly, she likes snow! But that's just weird for her, to just sit on the sidewalk, getting rained on and not wanting to come in, even with treat bribes.
5. She's not more cranky than usual - she's always been a crotchety old hag of a dog - but she's been more bitey than normal, and picks fights with the Pomsky and is always warning the Boxer mix. If she's in a bad mood (which has always been a LOT of the time), if another dog gets within 8 feet of her or her things - her things include everything in the room, including me - she's growling, baring teeth and lunging at them.

I've been calling her my "drunken munchkin", because she's been so weird and not making sense in my mind. Sometimes she's a playful puppy like she's never been since I've had her (around 2 years), and other times she's a vicious rabid beastie! She's always been a quirky little thing, scared of hiccups and gum chewing and dolls, hates being baby talked or having her space invaded (including stranger's hands coming at her for pets) and hates kids, but only if they're moving (walking, running, jumping). She loves kids when they're infants in car seats or rockers, or sleeping toddlers and kids... she'll kiss them and snuggle up with them. She seems to hate certain people or dogs, but then when they rough house together, she wants to defend them? Wacky! She loves people the most of they completely ignore her and pretend she doesn't exist. If a person ignores her like that, she'll climb into their lap and make herself at home, but as soon as they're talking or touching or even making eye contact sometimes, she's growling and/or showing teeth.
Anyways, I've added a video of her and the sock plus pics for funsies. She's such a sweet, innocent looking demon dog! SHE seems to think she's a Rottweiler, and is fearless (for the most part). She's just a little weirdo, and I wish I could understand her. That's my one issue with rescues, is you never truly know what their previous life was like. Clearly she has trauma. She had a broken rib at some point, and it healed sticking out. But I love her so much, and she is the first dog I've had that has been loyal to me... I'm her person. All our previous dogs and rescues bonded to my husband... he was an animal and kid magnet! So that part is nice. I love that she's independent and doesn't NEED to be on or near me all the time, and doesn't whine when I leave (most of the time). She's very sweet with me, and so she's mine and I'm hers.
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My 20 month old has been practicing using the potty at daycare since she was 15 months. She used the potty yesterday at school! When she got home from swim class she started to pee in the tub. I quickly got her out so I could clean the tub and put water in. She then sits on her potty and finishes going. I was shocked!
I just finished the “oh crap” book and she recommends starting around 20 months. My only concern is she was a late walker and she is a vary cautious child. She struggles to push her pants down or climb on a stool to potty or wash her hands. She even holds on to things to sit on her small potty. Her verbal skills are great. She tells me when she has pooped or she gets quiet and hides in a corner. I was going to start closer to age 2 right before the new baby comes, but I’m worried she is ready now and I don’t want to miss the opportunity.
I wanted to try doing day and night training together. That means I would wake her up at night to pee like the book recommends since I will be getting up at night anyway in a few months. However, if she can’t pull her pants down waking her self up at night to pee is pointless because she would have to come get me. Also we still give fluid before bed which would have to stop. She wakes up with a soaking wet diaper.
Should I start now or wait until 24 months? And should I do day and night training together?

A few things I think would have been immensely helpful to know before I had my child. What do you think would have been great to know before you were left sleep deprived to care for your bundle of joy?

1. I wish someone had mentioned how LOUD newborns sleep. Contact naps, sleeping in her portable crib or even on a blanket supervised on our bed (while I’m awake) my baby is a quiet and peaceful sleeper. But once I put her in her crib for the night she becomes the loudest grunting noise maker ever. Sleeps solidly for 4-6 hours so I know it’s quality sleep, but no one mentioned how noisy she could be! I was worried at first that something was wrong.
2. Everyone makes a big deal to let you know you’ll be dealing with poop everywhere, no one mentioned the astronomical amount of spit up we might encounter. My baby is a happy spit up baby who is gaining weight so it’s a laundry issue not a health issue, but man do we pile up the dirty baby laundry. Burp towels because she will spew a mess and a simple burp cloth isn’t enough to catch it. We use receiving blankets as burp cloths. Bibs, spit cloths to wipe her mouth, washcloths to wash her face or chest, multiple, multiple outfits because they’ll be wet. Not to mention my clothes if she manages to miss the towel and get me instead. Shirts or pants, I’ve found it on my ankles at the end of a burp walk (where she won’t settle unless I walk around burping her).
3. Get a breastpump and make sure it’s clean and you know how to use it before you deliver your baby. My plan was to exclusively breastfeed and guess what, that didn’t work out at first. Coming home from the hospital I had to use a provided manual breastpump the first two days because I didn’t think to learn about my pump or clean or sanitize it or have bottles clean and ready to use. But with a weight issue/not enough wet diapers and also breast engorgement that caused a shallow latch and painful feeds I needed to pump for almost a week. It all worked out and now I EBF but I wish someone had said hey silly lady, you should have that stuff ready, you might need it long before your maternity leave is over and you go back to work.
4. Don’t sleep when the baby sleeps. Take turns/shifts with your SO or have someone come watch the baby so you can get solid sleep. Surviving off hour long naps is not sustainable.

I think it would have been so helpful if someone had mentioned these things to me. Thanks for reading for all those that finished this post, probably during a feeding session or while hoping their LO settles back to sleep.

Hiya .. I walked into my kitchen 2 see a mouse on a plate ! Almost wet my pants screaming ! .. I have found little poops in my kitchen .. yesterday I bleached everywhere in my kitchen and my hubby went to get traps .. we have caught 2 so far .. my hubby is scared 2 death of them .. so I'm the 1 who has to be brave .. and remove them .. we live near a river .. my concern is .. if we found 2 so far .. how many others are there likely 2 be .. we do have a dog also .. and she sleeps in the kitchen .. is she safe? Don't want her getting poisoned by them .. what can I do to prevent this happening again?? .. no 1 will now go in the kitchen cos of this !!! .. do u think its cos I keep my back door constantly open for the dog?? .. ps .. my dog is a rotti American akkita cross .. any advice would be great .. thanx in advance x

We potty trained our toddler (2 years 10 months old), it took about a week to get a hang of it, but for like 5 or so weeks she's been a CHAMP.
As of Monday she's willfully peeing in her pants. Screaming crying tantrums if we try to get her on the potty. If we do, she just holds it in and says, "no pee!" Then like 5 min later pee on something hard to clean. And as of today, she's refusing to take off her pee soaked clothes!!!!
There have been some changes. She was sick last week so home for 5 days. Then I got sick and was in bed for 2 days. She went back to school on Monday and they were having class in the multipurpose room because of construction. Also on Monday, her best buddy from her first week of school got moved to the older classroom. I know these are likely a factor, but the ferocity and seeming malice has been nuts.
The pee stuff has been going on since she got home on Monday. She also hasn't pooped since Sunday.

My daughter will be 3 next week. We did 4 days commando (she did fairly well) followed by 4ish days undies (seemed a little harder to get them off and on but still did okay). Now we’ve done about 2 weeks pants and undies but sometimes just undies and she is still peeing quite a bit in her training undies before she gets to the potty. She’s not having a ton of full on accidents but she is getting a decent amount of pee on the training undies, occasionally enough to go through to her pants. She loves pooping on the potty though.
I’m feeling frustrated, we have a 5 month old as well so I’m not getting great rest. What can I do to encourage her to get to the potty sooner? We’ve tried regular underwear- it makes no difference. Maybe pants with no underwear? Or is this peeing a bit in the undies just part of the process and I need to be patient? Helppppp

Hi all, I'm hoping to find some help. My GF has a Rock Pigeon and he seems very aggressive. We try to pet him and he constantly pecks our hands. He will sometimes fly over from the TV (he likes roosting there) and land on one of us. When doing that, he will sometimes peck our ear or neck. He seems to like being left alone. I've compromised and just leave him be and he lets me be but the thing is, I hate pigeon poop. I've asked her to have him wear pigeon pants and she had him wearing them. She came home from work one day though and he was caught up in them. She was afraid he hurt himself! He was fine, but now she doesn't put his pants on him for fear of him thinking it's punishment or actually hurting himself. I need some help. Why does he peck us? Are Pigeon pants (as long as their changed every couple of hours) bad to have on him all the time? Can we modify his behavior through training or changing our own behavior? I need so much help, lol.

So long story short my mom is alienated from her work and it is affecting her mental health severely.
I won't be biased simply because she is my mother, but she does her work better than everyone else I'd say (perhaps because she doesn't have anything outside her job).... She loves her children, they love her, yet she isn't granted the title of being a lead teacher, and the director totally hates her and we don't know why...
She is picked on, never has any rights unlike everyone else, and yesterday the director even took her time to head to the center to have a "discussion" w her, w a clear intent to get her to quit, bcz the director is protecting a coworker (we have no idea why either), bcz my mom along w everyone else was complaining abt her, but for very justifiable reasons.....
I am friendly to that teacher but she is lazy, does her job bad, it affects everyone, and it is something we have all seen complained about, yet she is protected and agn we don't know why... She's had 4 years of experience too so she should know better.... it's so bad to the point that the little babies would poop themselves close to nap time, and she would have them sleep that way so a teacher can come in to do her job while she is at break (which luckily the co director had noticed telling her to immediately change them bcz it's wrong)...
Oh yeah she also never wears her uniform pants, meanwhile my mom was checked head to toe and would be nit-picked by any small flaw on her.... No one can have water bottles too, except her, as they r everywhere bcz she forgets to take them home, but we can't complain.
Anyways besides the favoritism, my mom never gets any privileges, never got a schedule change for years, was punished once by getting a 10-2 shedule when requesting to leave at 2pm for a week instead of her usual 6pm, is spoken to in Spanish (despite being able to speak and understand English well as she has an accent), and is always brought up how she got this holy priviledge to leave earlier bcz of the directors sister which is just mean......
She is 44 years of age, the oldest teacher there (besides the cook who is older, which is the conflicting part to me), has a different speech due to her accent, and is being pushed to suicide basically since she already had depression which has worsened bcz of this director.... Should we sue her?.... This isn't fair, it's damaging my mom and the director has been sued before for discrimination so.....

My 4 year old is my second child. My oldest (girl) trained like a dream. She was just over 2, we merely suggested she use the toilet and that was it. She has barely ever had an accident and she has never once wet the bed. She made it all seem so easy. Oh how naive we were.
My son refused to sit on a potty or toilet (or even stand near one) until last August. He was 3 and going to be starting school and we were beginning to panic. He can be very stubborn and he would scream and cry if we even suggested it. Finally after finding a potty that he liked we convinced him to try and sit in it. He was pee trained only to one specific potty over the course of 3 weeks. I literally carried that potty around for a month to every park, zoo, and outing we went to. One week before school started we had to try and get him to use a toilet because kindergarten doesn't have red race car potties! After many, many battles we finally had a few successes. I should mentioned that he never once pooped on the potty, only pee. He was still popping in his underwear. We anxiously sent him to school. He proceeded to pee his pants daily and refused to use the toilet at kindergarten. After a few weeks the school emailed me to ask me to send him in a pull-up because he was peeing on their carpet. I felt so defeated and I regret my choice but I complied. This began a total regression. He refused to pee on the potty at home and after weeks of constant accidents he went back to pull-ups full time. Around Christmas I'd had enough I told him he was done with pull-ups at home (except bedtime) and that he needed to use the potty. He still wore pull-ups to school however. He actually to my surprise did great. He became completely pee trained at home. Not poop. He still pooped his pants daily, but never at school. He seems to be able to hold it and wait until he gets home. Anytime I mentioned wearing underwear to school he would scream and cry and since I work and I have my MIL get him off to school I couldn't burden her with dealing with his behavior. So for the time being he continued in pull-ups. Around March I told the school I wanted to get him out of pull-ups at school. The school suggest they give him candy as a reward and he did great. He was out of pull-ups at school and he had only a couple accidents since. However, the pooping is not improving. Every single day he comes home and poops his pants. Sometimes it's even before school. Sometimes its right when he gets home sometimes hours later. Never at school though. We've tried a surprise reward bin, sticker charts, food incentives, toys, scheduled bathroom times etc. We've tried getting him to help clean himself up with our help. I'm really good about keeping it neutral and just dealing with it. The clean up can be horrible, but there are times my husband can't hide his frustration and I don't think it helps.
I need advice. My husband thinks he needs to see a doctor. I've done that before and they just told me he needs incentives and we have all of that. Is this a medical issues?
Sometimes he says he hasn't pooped and he has, but he could be avoiding the cleaning up. Sometimes he tell he pooped so he can get cleaned up and be able to sit down and not make a mess. For instance if he's at home just relaxing he will hide that he's pooped but if we need to go out he'll say I pooped before he gets in the car seat, or before he lies down to sleep.
Could he just be that stubborn? He's not afraid of the toilet. He sits on it to pee and we clean him up on it. He does hide to poop and if we catch him we can sometimes get him there midway. And when we have we praise and reward him like crazy. But he will turn around and poop his pants 10 mins later. He doesn't seem to care at all. He's not embarrassed. It's baffling. He's a smart kid. I'm totally at a loss in the situation.

I have a kid in my group - she is an older 3. She poops/pees in her pants 5-6 times a day. She was brought to a specialist who said its because she wants control - and for her, not going to the toilet because the adults want her too - is her getting control.
Even asking her to go to the bathroom ends up in a meltdown - like screaming and launching herself. If I ask her if she needs to go to the bathroom, she does it infront of me.
I really want to help her but have no idea how to make her feel like she has control. I was thinking a reward system but I know if she fails it - she will meltdown.
She is a sweet kid - she just need extra support. I would love any advice/tips!

Today I put my daughter (22 months) down for her nap, but she refused to sleep, which she does often. An hour later I go in to get her up and I'm smacked in the face by the smell of poop as soon as I open the door. I walk in and she's laying down, but as soon as she hears my voice she stands up and is like "I POOP" "MA POOP" and I can see her pants are half down, diaper undone & half off and there's poo smeared all over her hands/butt.....I was shocked, but immediately put her into the tub and scrubbed her clean.
I'm thinking this means its time to potty train??? She's been talking about the potty and mimicking wiping herself and throwing it into the toilet lately as well. How should I go about starting potting training? out of every new milestone I've been scared out of my mind waiting for this one lmao What are some essentials to get started?

Please note this is the original submission I sent Refinery29. In the current post,they have given me a second credit card with a 100$ balance, as well as generational trauma from World War II and cut context for other things. I am trying to get that fixed.
Per previous discussion in comments here: The espresso machine is a Bezzera, which ranges from 2-5K. We got ours on sale for 1.7K, it’s a work house and we use it everyday, still hurts that we spent that money on a coffee maker.
I do understand mortgage is debt but when you compare it to rent to a lesser value condo in Vancouver it feels like not debt at all, which is how I tend to think of it. Yes I owe my mortgage but also I get my house instead of renting-which may not have become clear.
Please see in full the diary, below (edit for formatting via mobile)
Occupation: Sr Business Analyst
Industry: Tech
Age: 30
Location: Vancouver Island, BC
Salary: 92,000$ (Spouse makes 60,000$ for a combined income of 152,000$ before tax)
Net Worth: ~ 1.2 Million ( house is valued at 989,000$ currently, we have a combined 150,000 in pension, and ~60,000 in various company stocks, and GICs)
Debt: 3,000$ in a zero interest credit card for a 10 month period. We balanced transferred and pay 400$/month. Debt was acquired in Q4 2023 when we had to buy Snow Tires, and do a full break replacement as well as Christmas. 480,000$ in a mortgage, we refinanced in September 2023 for five years fixed rate at accelerated biweekly, however I don’t consider our mortgage debt due to the equity we are gaining, and that our mortgage for a five bedroom, 3 bath single family home is less than rent for a two bedroom condo in Vancouver
Paycheck Amount (Every 2 Weeks): 2,555$ after taxes. (Just mine). Spouse makes 2,308$ after taxes. Our pay periods are alternating.
Pronouns: She/her
Monthly Expenses Mortgage: 1450$ biweekly (100$ extra to the principal).
Utilities: ~200$ (includes water [paid quarterly], hydro [paid bimonthly], gas, sewetrash [paid quarterly] phone [highly discounted due to work plans for spouse and myself] and car gas) Loan Payments: 400$/Credit Card
Car Insurance: 84$
Life Insurance: 167$ combined (67$ me, 100$ spouse)
Health & Dental Insurance: 60$ deducted from pay (coverage for myself and spouse from my employer. Spouse also has coverage for both of us deducted from pay)
Retirement Contribution: 400$ (Employee matches me), (Spouse has a defined pension through work and contributes ~200$ month)
Union fees: 70$ Spouse
Subscriptions: Crave 22$/month (Recent splurge for Binge watching the Rookie), Playstation Plus 100$ (annual bought on Black Friday Deal), Amazon Prime 80$ (Annual), BCAA 120$ (annual) Gym 30$/month (we both have one so 15$/pp)
Note: My spouse and I have completely commingled finances. I will be tracking both as it’s essentially I spent whatever they spent
Was there an expectation for you to attend higher education? Did you participate in any form of higher education? If yes, how did you pay for it?
There was always the expectation. My father was very clear, we were very smart. There was no way we’d be wasting our potential. He wanted me to be a lawyer, but unlike other immigrant parents, I got to choose my major and went into social sciences and got my masters in history. I deferred my PhD too much so I got dropped by the program.
I chose my university by where I got a full first year scholarship and then after that took about 15k in student loans for my undergraduate. My parents paid my rent and I got a part time job for food.
For my masters, I had a student line of credit and 5 k student loans otherwise it was all my savings and scholarships. With the line of credit, I had a total of 30K in student loans and paid it off in about four years.
Growing up, what kind of conversations did you have about money? Did your parent(s)/guardian(s) educate you about finances?
Save. We talked about how you get a dollar allowance and half of it goes into long term saving with 25% in short term and 25% in spend.
Investing came after I was eighteen. Family would like us to invest in property, however I don’t really want to be a landlord, but also we wouldn’t get to really enjoy profit of owning a rental property due to other family circumstances.
What was your first job and why did you get it?
Ice cream parlour I was twelve and my parents made me get it for responsibility. I lasted three weeks because I hated it.
Did you worry about money growing up?
I grew up thinking we were not rich, because we didn’t get big plane vacations (I didn’t count flying from Toronto to Vancouver every summer as a vacation since we were just seeing family but staying in a house my parents owned) and I had only been to Disney twice.
But we had a big new build house in the rich end of town, my mom stayed home to raise all of us. We had to work for things (like going to see a movie opening night or a new CD) but we always had money and got what we wanted. In retrospect, my family was/is fairly well off.
Both my parents grew up poor, with parents working multiple jobs and different shifts to make ends meet, the strive/drive to not have that childhood, and for my father to be able to retire his parents really impacted mine and my siblings and cousins lives. My father showed me the apartment he grew up in Chinatown a few years back. It’s light years away from the house my grandparents owned when I was a kid and how I grew up.
Do you worry about money now?
Of course. Inflation is real and we are actively planning a wedding for the next year, as well as a baby in the next few years. We also need to buy a second car, so we’re saving for that.
At what age did you become financially responsible for yourself and do you have a financial safety net?
Fully financially responsible? Twenty five. I lived in a family property where I didn’t pay rent in one of the most expensive cities in Canada, so even though I paid all my bills (food and phone), I didn’t have to pay rent. I in fact made money, as I rented rooms out and used the income for house utilities, and paying my student loans down faster. When I moved in with my spouse, I just paid condo fees until we bought our house two years ago which gave me plenty of time to save.
Our financial safety net is family, and our savings. I know my family would bail us out. My spouse’s father would as well. Conversely, we are my spouse’s mother's safety net and we have to keep all our plans in mind that we will be subsidising her.
Do you or have you ever received passive or inherited income? If yes, please explain. Yes, I received 50K from my parents once they sold my childhood home, as did both of my siblings. I have also received 10K from one set of grandparents which paid off my car and part of my student loans when I was 21. I will be receiving another inheritance when probate is done for around ~100K. My spouse also has received inheritance which allowed them to buy their first condo in their early twenties when the market was much better. That condo, 50k, and the subsequent upgrading helped us afford our house.
Day 1
10 AM: I drive to the pharmacy to pick up a prescription. Not how I want to start my Sunday morning but y’know. Normally I’d walk since it’s about 20 minutes but I have a UTI. I’m “lucky” that despite not having a dr because of the health care shortage, my work pays for the Maple app so I could get a dr to write the prescription and order the lab work at 1 am. I’ll do the lab work later this week when I can get an appointment but will take the relief now. Insurance makes the antibiotics free, but I also buy hydrogen peroxide because we’re out and we have a dog that thinks everything is meant to be in her mouth. We’ll buy a bigger one at Costco later. I also bought some oral wound mouthwash because we were out. I come home and my spouse made us breakfast.
Total: 15.90$ paid with debit.
1-2:30 PM: We do our taxes. I have a mini meltdown when I realize the part time bakery job I had for a few months didn’t take off income tax last year, so I owe 800$. Luckily, my partner is getting a refund so we net out positive 400$. The bakery took off income tax in 2022, so unsure why they didn’t in 2023. I made us lunch.
3-6:30 PM: We walk the dog, and watch the Rookie. Some time during that time period, a venue emails us back and is surprisingly affordable at 3k. I also get told that the tattoo artist I want to book with, has not chosen me.
6:30-7:30 PM: I explain what lazy girl dinner is to my spouse and make a lazy girl dinner. After not really grocery shopping since Feb for things besides fresh veg, we need to do a big pantry shop and neither of us want that. We debate about buying a food saver and if we should wait for a sale. My spouse is more frugal than me and has determined we should.
8-9:30 PM: We start season 3 of The Rookie, and then after two episodes we go to bed
Day One Total: 15.90$
Day Two
5:45-8 AM: Wake up and start work. I get up to date with what’s happened on the weekend and check that my automated reports. Sometime before 6:30, I get the kettle on for my spouse’s pour over before I go back to my meetings. There’s a twenty minute gap where I get changed and do my skin care and brush my teeth. I’d love to be a skin care person but honestly I’ve spent too much money on product that I don’t use and that just goes bad. Washing my face and using sun screen is a win.
I also make sure that Spouse’s lunch is in his bag and I get our travel mugs ready. Before, we used to go to Starbucks every day. Starbucks used to do free refills on coffee and tea if you were a rewards member if you bought a coffee or tea so it would cost us $5/day (2.5/pp), and we could get refills all day. While that’s 20$/week, 80$/a month and yes, we could have saved it but back then, that 80$ wasn’t turning the dial anywhere significantly for us—a privileged view.
But now, after COVID where I stopped drinking tea after one day working from home having like 10 cups and thinking I was dying, and Spouse has bought a good grinder and we recently splurged on a stupidly expensive espresso machine we call his Engagement Espresso since it costs the same price as my stupidly expensive ring, we bring our coffees.
8-8:30 AM: We drive to work. Prior to buying our house, we were both work from home and lived in a city with amazing transit. We only needed the one car. Since buying the house and moving to a city where public transit is a joke (the one bus goes past our house every 1.5h), Spouse changed jobs and is in office every day and I have to go in 3 days a week. We need a second car or the e-bike rebate to come through. We debate this in the car, since I’m done at 1 pm, and Spouse works normal hours, I either have to take the bus home, or go to the gym for three hours. Today though, I drop Spouse off. I will pick him up later as he has a half day because of the dentist
8:30-12:30 AM/PM: Work. I find a tech manager and ask them to get me more triple a batteries. Work won’t provide or let me expense batteries for my mouse, despite them replacing my usb mouse with a battery one. The poor admin had to tell me the decision is that we’ll all supply our own batteries. Luckily the tech managers have to have batteries on hand and give them out freely.
I ask my boss how the work from home tax forms work, and he is going to find out.
I run more meetings and work on a request for a dashboard and a business case for a new feature that I have to convince leadership to spend money on.
12:30-1 PM: I drive back to my Spouse because he has a dentist appointment.
While I wait for a spouse, I am incredibly hungry. I’m usually not hungry/don’t eat a proper meal until around 1 in the afternoon and my two granola bars I already ate at the office. I go to the bakery by Spouse’s work and buy a cheese bun for me (3.65$), and an apple pie scone (2.55$) for Spouse as a snack. Spouse points out he won’t be able to eat until after his appointment.
Total: 6.20$ debit
1-1:30 PM: I drop Spouse off, and the car stops working. The engine won’t catch. I try multiple times and then run into the dentist to dramatically announce to Spouse and the receptionists that the car won’t start. Spouse asks me what he wants me to do about this, since he’s about to go into an appointment. A very kind receptionist tells me it might be the alternator. I don’t know what that is.
I go back to the car to Facetime my father. He also asks what I think he can do to help since he lives 3000 km away. Weirdly, and sexistly, I thought a man who grew up at race tracks, in a racing family, or the man who has collected and worked on sports cars for forty years might be able to help.
Spouse texts me to remind me we have BCAA while my father also tells me that. I finally get the engine to catch and drive the very long way home, going the speed limit and getting stuck in traffic, construction and a bus. It takes me 20 minutes to get home instead of 10.
1:30-2:30 PM: I walk the dog, mail a (late) birthday card and then start researching what an alternator is. The car is over a decade old and until the house, the most expensive thing I ever bought at 12K back in 2015. We have the funds for the cost, but it’s my first car and the fact it might be the end of its life is scary.
Alternators can cost between 400-800$ repair with labour, so that’s fun.
My dad calls me back and apologises for asking me what he could do away. He advises me that there’s probably a bald spot on the alternator and advises me to go to the mechanic to check or replace it, if the car doesn’t start again.
I call the mechanic to book an appointment, and to also get the snow tires off and to buy new rims for the snow tires. The mechanic lets me know that the alternator part is 500$, and an hour of labour so with taxes we’re looking at around 700$
That future appointment next week (we’re going down a highway this weekend which requires snow tires) will cost ~1.5K, assuming we replace the alternator.
I make lunch and sigh.
2:30 PM: The car starts thankfully. I drive incredibly slow. I pick up Spouse by idling the car. We get an email back from a venue saying they cost 75,000$ minimum. The timing is hysterical.
Due to the nature of the dentist, Spouse owes 618$, as they haven’t flipped it under my insurance. They split it in half, as he has a follow up in two weeks. After the next appointment they will flip the whole amount under me and we’ll get reimbursed for the whole amount.
Total 309$/credit card.
3-10 PM: We walk the dog, make dinner (Spouse makes white sauce pasta, with chicken and peas) and watch The Rookie. There are thirteen episodes in season three, and we will be busy every night this week besides Friday and Sunday, and I would like to finish season three so we can start season 4 next Monday. I don’t want to pay for more than one month of Crave. We have five episodes left
Day Two Total: 315.2$
Day Three
1 AM: 100$ is automatically transferred from our account to the credit card debit. We have an auto transfer of 100$/every Tuesday to a Visa where we balance transferred both our cards. We have an offer for 0 interest for 10 months, so we did that for some of the bigger expenses (snow tires, break replacement and general Christmas) and are on track to pay it back within the next 6 months. That visa is our emergency card that we just have in the back end and utilise for promos like this. It allows us to keep our two cards balances manageable and lets us pay in an easier way than taking big chunks out of our various savings.
Total: 100$/direct deposit
5:45-9 AM: Work. Meetings, reports, trying to convince a colleague that the process does include them and refusal to follow it means that their requests won’t be done. Spouse has another half day so I can go into the office at my leisure—if the car starts
9-9:20 AM: The car starts, I get into the office and refresh a data flow before a meeting with a new stake holder. It takes longer to drive into work today because the tourists are starting to come and their van builds or campers are not exactly highway speed and with a two lane highway, if you don’t merge over fast enough you’re stuck.
10:05-10:20 AM: Meeting done, car starts again and I drive home for more meetings. The least amount of time in the office is preferable for me.
10:30-11AM : Meeting with my manager where we discuss future salary and promotion. I am due for a promotion in the start of Q2, which would push me to six figures. I’ll believe it when I see it but, I’m really excited at that possibility for my family.
11:15 AM: Spouse leaves for work, we discuss what groceries are needed, as well if he’ll go to Home Depot tonight to buy more clover seeds for the yard, as we need to reseed before it starts raining. I eat a muffin and my dog and cat decide to try and eat each other.
11:15-1:30 PM: Work runs late. There’s some issues with the data and we can’t figure it out. We call it a night, and I’ll record the video presentations tomorrow, once we fix the data.
1:30-4 PM: Nap time! It’s bad for me, but honestly I don’t sleep well during the night so naps are what keep me alive.
4-6 PM I prep dinner (smash burgers and fries), and get chores done and walk the dog.
6-7:30 PM: Spouse comes home, we eat dinner. Groceries come to 96.83 for two 7 pound pork loins, two packs of bacon, chicken nuggets, coffee, pop, 8 pack of peppers, milk, tomato, pickles, rice, avocado, mushrooms, sour cream and lettuce.
Not too bad, we average about 300$/month in groceries because we can buy bulk and have a second freezer.
For the month of March we are currently at 123.61$ for groceries and there is twelve days left. We went on a small weekend away, so we ate out a fair bit but even then our current food budget is 272.27$ today.
Total: 96.83/ debit
7:30-10 PM: Spouse makes a coffee and plays video games with his friends. They do it every week. I have a shower, fold and put away laundry and read in bed.
Day Three Total: 196.83
Day Four
1AM: Our biweekly accelerated mortgage payment comes out of 1450$. I’m tracking it here to be honest on our spending but I tend not to think of it as money spent because in my head it’s already money gone. To pay for a house equivalent in Vancouver, the mortgage would be over 6k. Renting a two bedroom condo would be 3K. It feels like the mortgage is just cheaper rent, even though each time I own more of my house.
5:45-9 AM: Work. I find out the limits of how many people I can invite to a Teams Meeting as well as that the Thursday before Good Friday is a catholic holiday when a few people ask me to reschedule a training forum for over a thousand people. Sometime in there I make us coffee, make sure Spouse has lunch packed (leftovers). Spouse has walked the dog and has the recycling and compost out for pick up. I drop Spouse off at work.
10-11:45 AM: I leave the office for home and more meetings. I walk the dog and go record training videos. I get an email that Amazon is doing their big spring sale. I send a link to a robot mop and vaccum that’s on a big discount to Spouse. We want one, but I’m not in charge of the research on it. I send links to play grounds to my friends with toddlers
11:45-12:30 PM : I shove lunch in my mouth, last night’s left overs. I’m running late, and decide to get myself later by collecting all the random dishes and mugs that just show up places and start the dishwasher. I get to the lab ten minutes early but need to buy gas on the way home.
I tell my team I’ll be MIA for a bit and leave the work phone in the car.
I buy 15.6L of gas for 30$ at 1.879/l it sucks. I don’t fill up because we’re going to my in laws this weekend and there’s a Costco Gas Bar there.
Total: 30$/credit card
12:30-1:30 PM: Work goes long again.
1:30-2:30 PM: Nap!
2:30-4:30 PM: Walk the dog and drive to the gym. I usually go three times a week but with last week’s weekend away and this week’s weird half days from Spouse, today’s the only day. I make it up by doing both upper and lower body and a 30 minute circuit.
4:30-7:30 PM: I pick up Spouse and we go to Costco. We pick up nachos, ham, cheese buns and some other items. We debate buying our friend’s kid a toddler set of clothes and decide no. We end up buying work pants for Spouse, and a garden hose. It comes out to 116.90
I order our Costco dinner of hot dogs and fries for a grand total date night of 6.41$
Total: 123.31/ credit card
8-9 PM: Dance class! We bought a series of six lessons of introduction to ballroom back in December for a new date night idea. We paid 60$/pp and this is the fifth lesson tonight.
9 pm: We’re home, we let the dog out. Spouse spends an undetermined amount of time watching ballroom videos while I sleep.
Day Four Total: 1603.31$ or 153.31 excluding the mortgage payment.
Day Five
5:45-9 AM: Work. All the meetings. Thursday is the meeting day. I debate with a friend what’s the earliest call we’ve had. 4:30 am still wins. I pack lunch for Spouse and his coffee and he leaves. I end up cleaning up cat puke as the cat decides to drink milk from Spouse’s cereal and vomit it up on camera in a meeting.
9-9:30 AM: I make myself a matcha and walk the dog.
9:30-1 PM: Work and I treat myself to a lunch of a cheese bun and ham sandwhich. We used to eat it every Sunday while growing up but the cost of ham has been outrageous. The deal at Costco yesterday was 1.5$/100 g which is really good.
1-1:30 PM: I seal the wooden deer Christmas decoration we bought last year. It sits outside our front door and needs to be weather proofed, and I’ve been putting it off for five months. But the weather is good and we have newspapers. We have left over wood sealer after the sign we bought a year ago so I use that. The dog and the cat both don’t like my wooden deer.
1:30-4 PM: Nap!
4-5 PM: I basically just watch youtube and drink a root beer. I have no energy.
5-6:30 PM: Spouse comes home, we walk the dog and I make dinner (Kraft Dinner and nuggets–I swear we eat veggies but today is not that day). We discuss the possibility of our dog at our wedding as a flower girl, and if she’ll be in a tutu or a cheongsam like me. I am now researching if they make dog cheongsams and if she can match us. The cat, despite all my heart wanting it, won’t physically be there because he will have an anxiety attack and probably die.
6:30-10:30 PM: Board game night! We go to a friend’s to repeat the same scenario we’ve lost two weeks in a row.
10:30-11 PM: I pack Spouse’s breakfast (oatmeal and frozen berries), lunch (spicy tuna and mayo) since he’s trying to go to the gym before work, and feed the animals before we go to bed.
Day Five Total: 0$
Day Six Friday
5:45-9 AM: Work. I have a deep focus block which means I can get the script for the training I have to run. Public speaking is not my strong suit and it’s a group of a thousand people so I’m not looking forward to it. Spouse almost makes it to the gym. I get an email that my new work phone has shipped. I’m surprised because they wouldn’t order us any for the past four years, but I guess my new iPhone will show up next week. I might give my old work phone to my mother in law, since she smashed the camera on the phone we bought her last year.
9-9:30 AM: I walk the dog, make a matcha and make a todo list for what we have to get done before we leave to my in laws tomorrow. I text my mother in law happy birthday, and hope that she got the card in time. She did.
9:30-11:30 AM: My last meeting for the week ends and I’m debating calling it a day so I can nap. Instead I make lunch (cheese bun and ham), text my other mother in law our plan for Saturday, and unload and reload the dishwasher and go back to work for at least another hour.
12:30-1 PM: I shower and do skin care
1-3 PM: Nap! Somewhere in this time FedEx comes and since I’m sleeping, we have to pick up on Monday. I’m not too sure what it is, I assume it’s our custom address stamp from Etsy because that’s the only thing I’ve bought recently but not too sure. I just realized in retrospect, this might be my new work phone.
3-5 PM: I prep dinner (nachos), unload the dishwasher, pack my overnight bag and confirm all our venue tours by email. I start a load of laundry and do a quick clean. I feel like this is not the best image of our diet. I swear we generally eat healthy but we both have been feeling really blah over the past two weeks so have been going for quick and easy over healthy and balanced. I do have three whole peppers and two whole avocados in the nachos though.
5-7 PM: Spouse comes home, we walk the dog, have dinner, and plan out next week. We have a big Wednesday next week (mechanic, I have a nails appointment, dance class), and we are having our friends over for Easter so we need to prep for that. We pack the car so tomorrow is a very easy start.
Spouse also gets paid today. We’re lucky that we’re on alternating pay periods, we used to be on the same and it always felt stressful. Spouse also lets me know his union has secured a 3% cost of living raise to start in Q3. I really like his union for negotiating a base 2% year of cost of living raise, with potential addition raises depending on inflation. It’s a bit away but that’s still good news.
7:30-10:30 PM: We finish The Rookie Season 3 and head to bed. Crave reminds me that I have 10 days until I’m charged again. Sadly, I think we’ll have to pay for 2 months.
Day Six Total: 0
Day Seven Saturday
8:30-9:30 AM: Wake up. No one (except the dog) slept well so we’re not in a morning mood. Spouse makes coffee and walks the dog, while I finish packing the car and give the cat a lot of attention. Our first venue tour is at 11 and the one that is the most expensive (8-10K), but also the one we probably want the most. We live about an hour away but the highway is two lanes and one accident can back everything up for hours.
10:40-1 PM: We visit our dream venue. We stay way longer than expected. Basically if the quote is under 10K, we’ll get it. Just waiting now.
1-2 PM: We get to our in-laws and have a lunch of egg salad sandwhichs. We need to buy gas. My in laws drive us to a pottery painting store.
2-4 PM: We paint pottery. My mother in law only wanted to do this for her birthday. They’ll pick it up in a week after it’s been thrown. I paint a vase (28$), Spouse paints an Easter egg (18$), father in law paints a mug (30$), and mother in law paints a plate (50$)
Total:143.36/credit card
4-5 Pm: We see another venue. It’s an instant no. My in laws decide they want to try Korean fried chicken. We call ahead for take out to get two fries and 16 pieces of half and half. It comes to 50.83$ that my in laws pay for.
5-10 PM: We come back and see that our dog has pooped in their house and also has gotten into their pantry and eaten an entire bag of dog food. It is not a fun night.
We spend the night drinking wine and discussing the wedding and watching TV.
10PM: We go to bed. That’s the end of this week, but tomorrow we will be buying gas and probably lunch for my other mother in law as we will be touring another venue.
Day Seven Total: 143.36$

My 3 yo has been pee trained for over a year, but consistently leaves streaks in her panties and waits until her nap time or night time to go in her pull up. I feel like I’m going crazy!
She has successfully pooped about 5 times in the last year on the potty, three of those within the last month or so. We thought we were on the right track with her pooping in a pull up with a hole cut in it on the potty but now we’re back to square one with her leaving streaks in her pants and refusing even a pull up on the potty.
We’ve tried everything. Encouragement, punishment for going in pants, leaving her on the potty for extended time whenever she has streaks in her pants, sitting with her for hours trying to get her to go. Everything. I feel like I’m at my whits end with it. I gave birth to a younger sibling two months ago and I know that could cause some troubles with training too. Any advice, tricks that worked, anything??