Apparently, I am the only one in the house not allowed to poop. The baby is certainly allowed to, as is the cats and the hubby. Oh sure, I might be able to squeeze out a drop of pee if time allows. But absolutely no pooping! It’s too time intensive and some disturbance will invariably intrude, my assistance will be required, or a suspicious sound will be heard that needs immediate investigation. So… there you go.
Except, of course, for the post-shower moments… where, upon trying to poop, I will be attacked by a large, mutant earwig. – wg
Weirdgirl, I love ya. You’ve just given me the perfect excuse for what I thought were those 25 extra lbs. from baby number 2. However, after reading this posting, and reflecting as it were, I’ve discovered I’m not fat, I’m just carrying around 25+ pounds of shit. And yes, it IS all in my ass.
You’re also not allowed to eat. In fact, my kids don’t even give me time to breathe.