I’ve been doing Works For Me Wednesday most Wednesdays since I started the blog. It’s one of those blog carnivals that seems right up my blog alley. We slobs are generally very creative at coming up with inventive solutions since we generally put things off until the very . . . . last . . . minute.
Yesterday when I linked up, I saw that she’s having a 2nd blogoversary carnival (what’s spell check going to think of that one?) Her blog is called We Are THAT Family! , and she wants others to share their THAT family stories. Since we’re often THAT family too, I just had to think of something to share. Of course, my mind went blank, and then I started coming up with a few things.
I wanted to go with something that fits the slob/germaphobe/what-is-my-problem theme.
Have you ever looked, really looked, at your plunger? Not just a cursory glance as you wipe down the toilet, but picked it up and seen what it looks like underneath? No? I’m thinking it’s normal to answer no to that question. But who am I to say what’s normal?
Anyway, I’m an early potty trainer by some people’s opinion. My second was fully potty-trained before his second b-day, and my daughter well before. My first wasn’t trained until he was a little over two, but I spent the year between ages 1 & 2 working on it. In one of the many times when he just sat there forever, I walked in to find him gnawing, yes, gnawing on the bottom of the plunger!!!!! The BOTTOM of the plunger. You know, the part that goes INTO the potty. And it’s not like it goes into the potty when the potty is sparkling clean. It generally is needed at times when the potty is full of YOU KNOW WHAT.
OK, there’s my story. It was between that and the time when maggots hatched out of the acorns that my boys had been collecting and storing in the cupholders of our stroller.
Poop won. It always does.