Potty Training Set Backs

I've always been pretty superstitious about celebrating or getting too arrogant before the job is done. In my experience cool confidence only leads to heart break.
As it goes with home projects and work and novel writing and budding musical careers. So too with teaching a human being to poop in a designated spot.

It is not stupidity that keeps a child from doing the right thing. Anya was very quick to go from acknowledging the potty's existence to making it days with nary a soiled nappy. No, it is the chaotic hammer smash of infantile emotions vying for dominance in a child's head that is to blame. I'm sure it sounds something like: Wet diapers are very uncomfortable, going in the potty is fun, approval from mommy and daddy is great especially when stickers are involved, but the ability to affect shock and horror is pretty cool too.
Once the novelty of the potty wears off it's pretty much a crap shoot (no pun intended) as to which of these conflicting motivations wins out during a given bodily function.

Additionally, Anya has learned to strip down to her birthday suit and is very fond of doing so. So we're pretty much at her mercy. In the past week, she's pooped on the floor, she's tinkled between the ottoman and the chair (with company present no less) and, following the dog's lead, pooed in the back yard...Let me tell you a little about how gross dogs are...no let's just skip it. Suffice to say my very busy day working from home today was interrupted by the bestial growl of an extremely fed-up wife, a few moments with a pooper scooper and a very guilty dog in the bath tub.

Anya, now you know why daddy never never chose to work from home when you were growing up. And my liberal brain finally comprehends why, when men were in power, we called child rearing "woman's work".