Potty Training 101

So, you would think after successfully potty training 2 kids the third would be a piece of cake, right? Not in my family. I must admit I was slightly spoiled by KJ. She decided just before she turned 2 that she wanted to be potty trained like her friend Addie, and the next thing you know the diapers were gone and quickly replaced with pretty pink princess panties. And then came Camden.
On Camden's 2nd birthday in February we got him underwear, just to have on hand. Turns out it is one of the cutest pictures from the party, Cam tightly gripping 2 packs of underoos with the biggest cheesiest grin possible. You would think it was a sign of good things to come, right? However, as soon as we uttered the words "do you want to sit on the potty" we were greeted with screams of protest and a flash of naked buns running down the hallway. So we decided to wait, as the "experts" say, until he was ready. Mommy decided he was ready when a couple of weeks ago he came into the living room, stuck his hands down the back of his diaper, pulled out a lovely mush of poo, and loudly proclaimed "Mama I poopy!". Okay, do you know how hard it is to get poop out from underneath a toddler's fingernails?
Anyways...that started the lengthy process that has now encompassed my every thought and decision. Every time I think about heading out I have to weigh the decision carefully, based on whether or not there will be potties where we are going, how long we will need to be gone, and how many changes of extra clothes I will need to bring. And to top it all off, my wonderfully dedicated husband who was trying to be incredibly helpful started the potty training and in order to keep Camden on the potty sang him the itsy bitsy spider song. He had no idea the Pandora's box he was opening when he started that lovely habit. Now every time Camden sits on the potty he insists on singing the itsy bitsy spider. Three different versions. Every time. I am so sick of that song! I hate potty training. I miss diapers. Those wonderfully absorbent genius creations that you can put on your kid in the morning and leave on until it looks like a soggy sack of potatoes between your child's legs has appeared 8 hours later and you think, maybe I should change that. Not that I have ever done that. So seriously though, is it really that bad if I keep him in diapers until high school?