Friday, August 19, 2011

More Than One Square

WARNING! Poo Blog!


Look around you.

Look around you.

Look around you.

Have you discovered what we are looking for? That's right. Biological waste.

An experiment was carried out in which a three year old female child was given temporary free reign of the toilet half of the bathroom. What do you think will happen? You can write your hypothesis down in your copy book now.

All right, all right. Enough with the British comedy parody. But we've only just begun talking about Poo. That's right. Poo. I've put great effort into avoiding the subject so far in my blog, but it is time to face cold hard facts. Being a parent often involves being elbows-deep in human excrement. I feel like there are a few misconceptions about this that should be cleared up.

1. Tiny human = tiny waste. WRONG! How important is it for parents to remember the actual formula is [food in] - [energy used] + [some extra gross stuff for smell and volume enhancement] = [waste out]? Case in point: I was carrying Sam on my shoulders one afternoon when we were shopping at Tinker AFB. We had just eaten lunch. It hit her wrong and immediately (she was still in pull-ups at the time). The family bathroom was closed for maintenance so I found myself with a shopping cart holding an infant seat (infant included) and a poo covered toddler tucked in a small, 2-stall bathroom waiting for David to choose and purchase new outfits (including shoes and a purse) for the both of us. I would swear to this day that the volume was more than her weight at the time.

2. Tiny human = tiny smell. WRONG! This doesn't even require explanation. You've met my son. I can't think of a single witness (including myself) that hasn't been expelled from the room by the smell at some point.

3. Tiny human + potty trained = all good. WRONG! This brings us to our blog-inciting event. Should a parent mindlessly inform a toddler that one square is not enough without providing specific information about how much IS enough, said parent should be absolutely positive there is a plunger on hand, because [one entire roll of toilet paper] + [your average household toilet] + [one flush] - [that plunger you thought you had] = BADNESS!

4. Tiny human is MY human, therefor, it is all okay. WRONG! It is still really, really gross. It just is.

I'd like to pretend that I just got all of poo into one blog. Its a delusion I intend to maintain for a while. Now I need a vacation.

3 comments:

  1. This wasn't nearly enough to dispel all of your poo angst. You will have to have another poo blog at least. Someday.

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  2. hahahaha...I'm glad you covered that lovely day when you were sequestered to a small bathroom stall with two young ones. Ahh, the joys of motherhood. Can I just say, Thank God Dave was with you!! :) The memories... one day you will look back and laugh - even though I'm sure at the moment you wanted to cry!

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  3. Le sigh. I know you are right, Selina. I do have serious poo angst.

    And yes, Kim. I did. Cry. And then I came home and drank. And cried some more.

    I think I need poo therapy.

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