Sh*t Happens
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So poop now consumes 43% of my daily thoughts, conversations and musings.
Green poop. Orange poop. Squishy poop. Runny poop. Coiled poop. Mud-like poop. Seedy poop. Must I go on? Because I can…
I’ll spare you — no sense dragging all of you down with me.
I’ll also spare you from the photo I captured and immediately sent to the Mister featuring one of bean’s largest logs to date. I figured if I had to experience it in person, the Mister, at the very least, could be repulsed for a few seconds via picture-text. If only I could capture the smell so that he too, could experience the burning sensation starting in the retinas, we’d really be in business.
If someone would have told me six months ago that a large part of my day would be devoted to Bean’s meal planning (by “meal planning”, I’m of course referring to selecting the perfect ratio of constipation and non-constipation causing fruits and veggies), I would have sh*t my own pants.
But so goes the life of motherhood. And after all, sh*t happens.
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