It's a good day in my house when no one has pi....ed, sh...t, thrown up, or otherwise presented me with a gift from their body that I now have to clean up. After years of twin babies and various stages of diapers (cloth no less, Bop Bop and Jeanne can attest to), pull ups, etc., and one projectile vomitter anytime he was stressed or there was motion, we got a dog who now peed and pooped and threw up on everything. The dog is not quite there, but she no sooner will be and Steve or I will be in Depends. Life is about piss and shit -- full circle, there you have it.
Randy Pausch left a profound impression on me about what was important in life, but under the #1 Thing -- to thine ownself be true -- I'm not okay with dumping your soda in my brand new car. I'm not that good of a person.
Eddie has told me over the years "Mom, you act like you care more about the rug than us (now he says the dog)" and I have to put in check that it is only stuff. BUT (which BFB says means "forget everything I said before that") if #1 is Be True to Yourself and #2 is Pay on one end or Pay on another, then #3 is IT IS YOUR BUSINESS UNTIL YOU MAKE IT MY BUSINESS. I am usually the one holding the poop.
Steve remarked when the boys were first born and there were several of those barn burner events when you just threw everything out instead of washing it, that God gives parents a special ability to love something that has just pee'd and pooped and thrown up all over you. Even though he had 3 other sons, it was a different time and I don't think he changed too many diapers. I think he surprised himself.
So today was a good day, so far no one has left me any presents.
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