Hubby pointed out a great truth the other day…
When we are single, dating, or even married without children we listen to parents tell stories involving poop & piddling and wonder why they laugh hysterically. Is it some kind of secret club? How can they be so fine with eating while recounting that level of grossness?! When did bowel motions become such an interesting and humorous topic of conversation?!
Once we take the plunge into parenthood however, we realise the importance of these tales. Parents have to manage the poop & piddling in all their glory… the unrestrained sounds associated with it and the inevitability of the poonami! Parents have this little bundle of joy that has all the same bodily excreting functions that they do, but without the ability to discretely manage them behind closed doors… their required presence ‘in the line of fire’ necessitates some amazing military-esque maneuvering. Really there are only two ways to deal with this great reality – you’re going to have to either laugh or cry!
Of course, while most parents will have cried at some point during poop & piddling management, in order to keep on keeping on we’ve all got to laugh! And so we share our horrors of navigating these treacherous waters, and we laugh (sometimes to the point that we cry)! So while in our pre-children lives we wonder how these disgusting tales could be so hilarious to any sane person, we embrace the culture of poop & piddling tales with gusto once we’ve passed the point of no return into parenthood!
We will be forever different… but so much richer for the experience!