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Being a mom is all about the “P” word…

There is a lot to being a mom: raising children, caring for our off springs, teaching kids to be responsible, well adjusted, blah di blah di blah… For me, it does not really matter which angle one approaches motherhood from, it all sums up with the “P” word…

P for Parenting? As much as this is a really important part of being a mom, I might surprise you by writing “I don’t think it defines motherhood entirely”.

P for Praising? Well, you have to do a LOT of that, together with a good amount of telling off as well. But no. Praising is not the peak of motherhood.

Playmobil? For sure, you should become the main shareholder as you will spend a good chunk of your money there, but again, that’s not what I was thinking about.

Parrot? Getting closer!!! You are going to repeat everything about ten times and still, your kids won’t hear you! It used to really annoy me, but now I think of it as some magic power: you are totally invisible to your kids. I just have not figured out yet what to do with such gift…

No, What I have in mind is “P” for Poop! Yes, many years of poop wiping, picking, smelling. Day in, day out! I have had my hands in poop (some days, quite literally!) for ten whole years. Every time I would think that I was done with it, I would have another child. Or one of them would decide that potty was for nerds . Or that they were old enough to change their (full) diapers themselves. So I had many fun moments in my ten years of mommy-hood…

A few days ago, I was thinking how my little girl is growing up so quickly.  It started to look like my poop years were coming to an end. I almost felt a little nostalgic about it. Am I ready to not wipe bottoms anymore? Did I have enough or is there room for more in my life? Well, I got the answer to that question yesterday morning…

I picked up what looked like a little playmobil wig from the carpet. Only it was a little squishy. “Funny hair texture” I thought.  As I was about to drop the “hair” in the Playmobil box (only kidding!!! I don’t have a playmobil box, I shove toys under the furniture), I realized it was not hair. Or Playmobil. Or any toy for that matter. It was my dog’ s poop! And by the way, I know poop is poop, but somehow, coming from the dog, it felt more disgusting!!

Just to show that I am not completely mad YET, here is a picture of a playmobil hair…

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And this is what it looks like at  7am, with no coffee in my system yet…

 

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FAIR ENOUGH, Right?!

 

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