POOP

POOP is how I feel right now, is what I've thought about all day, is what I see all day, is what I'm wearing right now. I've just figured out why you don't read a lot about "bad days" on my blog. It's because at the end of TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD (and let me add POOPY) DAY, the last thing I feel like doing is writing about it. What I'd much rather be doing right now is cleaning the poop off of the only pair of jeans that I can fit in, take a nice, relaxing, hot bath, sip on a freezing cold with no ice coca-cola, and catch up on the 24 that I slept through last night. However, I thought I'd take just a few moments to share my POOPY day with you. MK has been having POOP issues ever since Ford was born--I guess it's some kind of subconscious way of dealing with change. She must get her dislike of change from me. Although, I don't deal with it by refusing to POOP. It's been manageable and not so dramatic until the past couple of days. Now, every time she has to POOP, she stiffens like a board and screams at the top of her lungs. I've talked to her doctor twice about it before, so today I took her in. As I'm rushing around trying to get 3 people ready to go to the doctor, Joel discovers that our garage door has died--wonderful! As I'm running late to her appointment, I rush to put her in the car only to discover that her car seat has not been put back in the car from over the weekend. We go to the doctor and he gave her a prescription for a stool softener. She basically has to relearn how to POOP. Not only do I have to deal with her screaming, but, instead of using wipes to clean her off, I have to put her in the tub and let the water clean her off because her booty is raw, which means I also have to add cleaning the tub to my list. We go to the pharmacy to fill the prescription and I realize that I don't have the stroller in the car. I make it to the counter to give them the prescription and I realize that I left my purse at home, so I have no money to fill the prescription. We finally make it home. Recently, she has also taken an interest in the big potty, which she asked for just as I was putting her in bed tonight. We gave it a try, and as expected, she stiffened like a board. I'm holding her with her crying and me crying telling her to "just POOP." As the words came out of my mouth, I felt POOP land on my leg. Yippy Skippy! So, now I'm going to clean my jeans, take a bath, drink a coke, and watch 24---Oh, scratch that--Ford just woke up to eat.