Warning!! Not for the weak-of-heart (or non-moms):We were watching Baby Mama (yes, i KNOW) the other night and seeing a suspicious brown mark on her son's arm the mom asked "Is this chocolate or poop?" Now, some may view this as a completely outlandish question. But me, I can unfortunately relate.
When we lived in our last house my second child, Connor, had the very undesirable pratice of using his walk-in closet as an outhouse. Don't worry, we replaced the carpet before we sold. Or did we? But anyhow, that child was and always has been very, how shall we say, "animal-like". He loves to sleep in a nest-like pile of smelly blankets and pillows, we often find him curled up in the dog's crate (eww), it took us many years of reminding him to use his silverware in lieu of fingers and tongue, i often found the dreaded "skid marks" on his little boy undies... But the worst was the closet and the unauthorized peeing and pooping out of bounds. So, now you can picture me one day, about 5 years ago, going about my house cleaning. We had a large amount of tile in the last house on the main floor. I was on my hands and knees wiping said tile when I come across a quarter-sized brown nugget. "What on earth?" I think to myself. And out loud "Is this poop?!" I wonder incredulously. Because I've seen poop in the closet/outhouse, in underwear, in the potty...but on the floor, just out in the open? It can't be! But just as I'm going in for a closer examination I hear from the upstairs "Yep!"
I believe that nothing is out of the question when you become a mother. However yucky, rude or disgusting you may have previously thought.
When we lived in our last house my second child, Connor, had the very undesirable pratice of using his walk-in closet as an outhouse. Don't worry, we replaced the carpet before we sold. Or did we? But anyhow, that child was and always has been very, how shall we say, "animal-like". He loves to sleep in a nest-like pile of smelly blankets and pillows, we often find him curled up in the dog's crate (eww), it took us many years of reminding him to use his silverware in lieu of fingers and tongue, i often found the dreaded "skid marks" on his little boy undies... But the worst was the closet and the unauthorized peeing and pooping out of bounds. So, now you can picture me one day, about 5 years ago, going about my house cleaning. We had a large amount of tile in the last house on the main floor. I was on my hands and knees wiping said tile when I come across a quarter-sized brown nugget. "What on earth?" I think to myself. And out loud "Is this poop?!" I wonder incredulously. Because I've seen poop in the closet/outhouse, in underwear, in the potty...but on the floor, just out in the open? It can't be! But just as I'm going in for a closer examination I hear from the upstairs "Yep!"
I believe that nothing is out of the question when you become a mother. However yucky, rude or disgusting you may have previously thought.
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