Monday, March 11, 2013
Can I just say it? Pooping at work sucks. It's a situation where absolutely nobody wins. And the thing is, everybody does it. We may walk around all morning with our coffee mugs, smiling and asking about weekends, etc. But the fact is, pretty much everybody here will have to defecate at the office sometime this morning. So we walk down the hall to the less crowded bathroom. We cough and fool with the toilet paper to cover up the VERY OBVIOUS sounds. Meanwhile, the whole place reeks of multiple people's shits. And even though we might be taking a dump, we still have the gall to be disgusted by the smell of other people doing the same thing. It's just a biological hypocrisy that we physically can't escape. Finally, it's done, and there's relief in that, but if we have the misfortune of meeting somebody at the sink, there's still some lingering shame. We pretend we weren't just pooping, and instead we say something like, "Boy, how about this rain!" Because what else can you really do?
Anyway, pooping has been on my mind a lot lately, mostly because MH is starting to flirt with being potty trained. A few months ago, she accidentally took a dump in her tiny plastic toilet and this incident freaked her out so much, she straight up refused to even sit on the potty for weeks. But now she's getting into it. She likes to flush and talk about poop and she even asked to sit on the big potty the other day (I have a picture that I was going to use for this post, but then I realized that I was about to put a picture of my daughter on the toilet for the whole internet to see, and reconsidered. So you get this topless animal parade instead.) I'm steeling myself for a marathon potty training session, probably this weekend. Looking forward to a time without diapers, but I am completely realistic that my days of dealing with other people's shit is far from over. Heck, even when my babies are grown, I'll still have to poop at work.