Chuberty

Corilynn is driving me literally insane.  I just don't get that girl sometimes.  I think she is trying to assert herself as a 3 yr old often does but is doing it through her potty training (or lack of it right now).  She is fully capable of it and has shown she can go accident free for over a month in length but for the past 1.5 months she has reverted back to multiple accidents a day and refusing to go to the potty when I ask her to.  She will out right have a tantrum about it.  Then days later when yet again I have not budged on the fact that that she is a big girl and has to act like one - she will do great for a few days - accident free - happily hopping off to the potty when asked to (or going on her own when she needs to).  Its like she has poo bi-polar.  She loathes the idea of wearing diapers and wants to wear panties.  I hate that she is choosing this area of her life to test me on her boundaries.  Like what am I going to do -- "naahh, its ok to be nearly 4 and soiling yourself"? If she hadn't already proven to me that she is cognitively and physically capable of being potty trained then I wouldn't worry since she isnt out of the normal range for being completely toilet trained. I think age 3 is the age I dislike the most.  They have to test you on everything.  They learn about lying and willful disobedience and they go from 0-60 on the emotion scale over everyday things like wearing a seat belt.  If the potty training arena was the only area she was being stubborn over then I could probably handle it better but its just the biggest issue.

 I remember Lyman being less than fun at this age too but I have had like zero trouble with Corilynn throughout her whole life. She totally skipped the "terrible twos" so when this tidal wave of attitude hit I have been stunned, irritated and saddened.  Its an irrational expectation that my sweet girl would never give me grief but now that she has I miss her non-combatant self oh so much.  I cant wait until she is 4 and grown a bit out of this.  Its amazing how that birthday magically melts away a bit of the attitude to reveal the previous, delightful personality.  I believe the scientific term for this childhood aggression is called chuberty.  And for the record I hate chuberty.  I'm pretty sure I am going to hate puberty too.  I am not a fan of any of the family of "uberties".  It just doesn't seem right that pregnancy seems to kill my brain cells and parenthood seems to work what little few I have left to exhaustion.