I was TOTALLY Serious

A week or so ago I did a post looking to hire someone to potty train my two youngest kiddos.  Based upon the "applications" I received I have decided one of a few things:

1. There is only one person who reads this Blog (thanks Kasey!),
2. You all thought I was just being funny,
3. You all are independently wealthy and don't need the money, or
4. You all HATE potty training as much as I do! 

In case you all thought it was just a cute little post on potty training, I want you to know I was TOTALLY SERIOUS when I said I was placing an ad to hire someone to potty train my kids.  (The position has not been filled, technicalities on the age of unaccompanied minors on airplanes, beside I think the airlines would like the child to be potty trained.)  There is nothing that causes me to dislike being a Mom and  feel like I don't have a clue how to be a Mom, more than potty training does.  I remember potty training Elizabeth and it was mostly an ugly battle of stubbornness. I've racked my brain to try to remember how I potty trained Rachel, and you know what . . . I drew a total blank, no memory.  That can't be a good sign. 

Oh well. . . John & Sarah know the drill:  go in the bathroom, pull down your pants, sit/stand, wipe, flush, pull up the pants, wash hands, done.  Perhaps when they decide that sitting in wet soggy diapers and having a yucky smelly bottom is socially unacceptable they will choose to use the toilet.  But until that day happens I guess I am stuck buying and changing diapers.  Perhaps I need to try that adult diaper experiment to get a better perspective (In case you have no idea what I am talking about read this).

I have just one question:  What do you do when they out grow size 6 diapers?  Do they make Depends that little?