It's not quitting, it's "Hiatus"

Although I am embarrassed to admit it, we have put potty training on hold. Shortly after my last update on getting rid of diapers, Ezra quit telling me he had to go, he quit wanting to go on the toilet, and he quit noticing when he was going. Rob and I decided he was likely super stressed out with all the not being a family of three anymore because of me working so much. The only thing in his life he has not adapted to well was us stacking our schedules. He was not himself in any way, shape or form for about 10 days or so. And he went on strike. So, before I quit my job, we decided the only thing in our lives we could get rid of to save us some sanity was toilet training. So we put it on hold until our life settled down.

And then I quit my job. So now I regret our decision. I feel like a failure, but I know that I am not. I did what was best for our family at the time, and can't look back. Maybe it'll fall right back into place, maybe it'll be harder than before, maybe I will be too scared to go back to it for a while, but for now, I am happy to not have a little boy pee on my couch without even noticing.