A New Day To Poo Alone

Do things ever get so bad that you just have to leave the room?

And by “things,” I mean “the poo smell.”

And by “room,” I mean “bathroom.”

For the most part of the last 2-1/2 months and the 7 years before that, I’ve had two gorgeous short people stalking me into the toilet room wanting various things to be opened, permission to do other things, and tattle-tailing on someone else. I will never, ever understand why they find me in the bathroom, enjoying a few minutes of “me time,” releasing the brown beasts. It stinks. It’s gross. Why can’t they wait the 2-3 (or more – don’t judge) minutes until I’m out of the stink for my attention? They’re obviously barbarians or don’t have proper olfactory systems.

But today is a new day.

Today marks the first day of the rest of my life that both of my girls are in the same school for the same amount of time for the same price (see: FREE).

Today is a day I can take a poo in peace!
 I started staying home with my girls in 2006 (5 months old & 2 years old at the time) when I “retired” from teaching because the cost of daycare for two babies was only several hundred dollars less than my take-home pay. It made sense for me to spend my time with them rather than spend my time with other people’s kids. Yes, I realize I was very lucky to have that option, but I also felt unfulfilled in my ability to contribute to the financial instability of our family. That’s when I discovered Craigslist and eBay as a way to purge the maternity clothes and baby stuffs we all outgrew. That turned into my store, Good for the Kids, that lead to blogging that lead to social media that lead to actual paid work.

That’s where I am today. Working from home as a paid editor and contributor to several blogs while running my store. Now that the small people are off to where they are required to be for 6-1/2 hours, 180 days this school year, I feel like I can finally buckle myself down and get actual shit done.

…right after I go poo all by myself just because I can.