Awww, come on. Don't roll your eyes about another poop post. You know you've uttered something about poop at least four times already today and thought about it at least double that, as in "Note to mommy self: Must remember to tell father of this child to empty diaper pail as child's propencity toward excessive early morning pooping clearly derived from one of his 26 chromosones."
In case playgroup or book club or that big conference call with New York isn't until the end of the week and you need some serious commiserating today, or in case you have a glorious hour or four away from the kids and are missing out on every child and parents favorite topic, here's the scoop on poop around the blogo right now:
Doug's running the bases with a post-potty-trained kid, rounding the port-a-potty, the car and the shower, all inside one T-Ball inning.
The pipes are bursting at Fidget's house...and not the ones the plumbing inspector's there to check out.
After some serious tub-scrubbing, Cullen's kid hits the showers screaming.
Kristen's pulling that move from Singles. You know, the one where Keira Sedgwick wipes down the toilet with her ex-boyfriend's t-shirt that made you cringe and cheer. Only this time, it's Kristen's brand new shirt on her daughter's bum. Oh, and it's not a hip Seattle apartment, it's a nasty roadside gas station. But you'll cringe and cheer all the same.
