I am pretty sure I haven’t had a real poop in ages. I mean, how many parents can really find time to poop in peace?
At bedtime, it can take a gazillion years for them to fall asleep. When they finally shut their darling little eyeballs, I barely function well enough to brush my teeth. So, how could I possibly make it to the bathroom and coax my body to perform on demand? Not me!
You really have to go when your body is ready. Miss that urge and POOF! It will return again the absolute worst time. Standing in the grocery store, having checked off item number three out of twenty. Or driving your kids to practice, without hope of a decent private bathroom for HOURS. Worse, getting caught by another parent when a super strong wave hits: “***poop now-poop NOW – POOP NOWWWWW***.”
I don’t know what happens to anyone else, but I feel my face flush. Not a toilet flush – my face flushes.
My bodily functions are a private matter. But sometimes, I share it with my kids. And they just happen to be young and unaware of the word ‘discretion.’ “Oh, well my mom said she has to poop so we can’t stay.”
Yeah. That happens.