Anyone contemplating motherhood should consider how much they enjoy dealing with other people’s faeces. And to what extent they would like elimination to play a part in their lives.
This is particularly true if there any *other* areas of their life in which crap may feature. Such as, for example, those of us who choose to share our homes with so called ‘domesticated’ animals. Or, as in my case, where their line of work involves a considerable amount of poop. Because it all adds up. And before you know it, your life is full of shit. Literally.
There are times when i feel that almost my entire existance revolves around other people’s faecal matter. Today is one of those times. Both boys have diarrhea, or, as Toby put it- “My poo is just like jelly!”
What a delightful sentence to hear coming from your 3 year old as he stands up from the potty.
Don’t get me wrong, i’m not in the slightest bit squeamish. I wouldn’t have got far as Nurse or a Mother if i was. But really. There are only so many times in one day that you can get someone/something else’s poop on your hands and not feel like “What has my life come to?!”
So when i say today has been shitty. It’s not a metaphor.