Poop. It’s a funny thing. When you become a mother, everything revolves around it. I spent years avoiding it and now, I spend my days knee deep in it.
Don’t get me wrong, I would still like to avoid it, but it seems, poop is everywhere I turn. Poop in pants, poop on sheets, poop down the leg, poop under my fingernails. Poop in the bathtub.
When we to to the doctors, they ask about it. What does it look like? How often? Color? Smell? It’s gross. But I find myself studying poop. Afterall, I want to be able to answer the doctor’s questions. Which leads me to the ultimate question….what the fuck happend to me?
Oh, that’s right, I became a mother.
Mister poopy pants and his brother, sir poops a lot.