Hello nemesis, whatcha knowin'?

I need you to tell me what to do.

Or maybe I just need to write it all down, and then it will become clear that I knew all along. But you can still be there for me, can't you?

(Have you heard of the "cardboard programmer"? A friend of mine once told me that programmers used to (or some do, or one did somewhere once) have a cardboard cut-out of another programmer beside them, because so often just by framing a question you find yourself arriving at the answer. I have no idea how much of that is true, but it's a concept I come back to often.)

As usual in parenthood, my children have left me in no doubt that any notion I have of being in charge is just an illusion that they, sometimes, allow me to indulge in. (They're sort of like cats in that respect.) Thus, as you may have gathered, we totally fell off the potty-training wagon during our time away, and have yet to reboard it.

There are two ways I can look at my daughter in relation to this.

A. Mabel is totally ready to train. Because:
i) She has control over her bodily functions. She can keep it in, and she can perform at will.
ii) She's two-and-three-quarters, and a girl.

or

B. Mabel is not ready to train. Because:
i) She has no interest in wearing underwear at the moment, or in staying dry or even clean.
ii) She positively enjoys thwarting me.
iii) She doesn't even care or ask to be changed quickly when she poos in her pull-up. She'll happily sit on it and deny it, for just as long as her father and I can fight over who smelled it first and therefore whose turn it is to do something about it.

And there are two ways I can look at my own motivations.

A. I want to get back up on the horse. Wagon. Toilet. Whatever. Because:
i) We've lost a lot of momentum and I don't want to lose any more.
ii) I'd like her to go to school in underwear, and I know she can easily stay dry all morning when sent to the bathroom regularly, as will happen in school. Which would be a good start towards staying dry the rest of the day.
iii) I begrudge spending the money on the pull-ups when I know she can easily do without.
iv) I admit it; I liked having a little girl who wore underpants, not nappies. Because other people's two-year-olds are doing it, and I'm an overacheiver.

B. I'm lazy, and leaving things the way they are is much easier than all the stress that constant monitoring of how easily cleaned the surface she's sitting on might be, and twice-daily laundering, brings. Also:
i) She's not really potty trained if I'm the one putting her on the loo every time.
ii) The last thing I want is another child who thinks it's my job, not theirs, to tell them when to go.
iii) She's not going to be in pull-ups for ever. She'll get there in her own time.

So, what? Do I break out the chocolate chips and sticker charts again and start back into it, once I'm sure the jet lag and mixed-up sleep patterns are a thing of the past? (Two weeks, to be certain.) Do I just start talking up school and how she's going to be a big girl there and that big girls wear underwear, and wait for her to draw her own conclusions? Do I say "Feck it" and ignore everything until she turns three?

Opinions?