Thursday, June 30, 2011
For some time, I've been thinking of sharing Other People's Poop stories. As PoopMom, I receive at least 1 email or call a week with the dirty details from another mom or dad's sh*tty day.
Thank you to my friend (and mommy extraordinaire) Katie for sharing this email to her hubbie who is currently in California. (Katie, next time, I want a picture!)
You know how most of the time when you're out of town you miss a snowstorm? Tonight you missed a shitstorm.
While I was drawing the bath and Walt was chilling in the nude on a blanket on the floor, he pooped. Not just a little, a lot. Off and on for ten minutes. Just when I thought he was done, a new push came. It was like the Play-Doh Fun Factory. It took approximately five cloth diapers and a small army of wipes to contain. I released a similarly colorful string of obscenities.
You'll be happy to know he has very good form, and didn't stick his hands in it.
I'm never using a cookie press again.
Please come home soon.
Thanks Katie. I
smell feel your pain.
If you would like to share your own story of
woe crap, please drop me an email with a well-written (and hopefully humorous) narration of said poop.