The Evolution of Shit
Monday, October 19, 2009 at 9:11AM When my wife was prego she went through a variety of different poop cycles. Some days too much…some days too little. Then around the eighth month of pregnancy came the “what?! You poop while you push the kid out?!!” realization that ruled her mind until it came time. I was there…yes it’s true…you poop while you push. And yes…I had the easiest freakin’ job in the entire hospital wing…I stood, I sweated, I thanked whoever rules us above that it wasn’t me, I cried, I cut the cord.
Back to the poop.
Then there’s the baby poop – the black tar poop. Baby’s should be born with a damn ice scraper to get this crap off their skin. It’s a miracle it only lasts for a few days. But just when you think you’re out of the woods, comes the breast-fed poop. The light brown, seedy poop. It looks like the baby ran away from home, found some shady friends, hid under a freeway and freebased seeds and split pea soup for a week. Oh that stuff is fucking foul.
But then the poop’s taken up yet one more notch and that’s the cruelest part of the entire scenario. You’re sleep-deprived, dropping C-Notes on massive packages of diapers, taking stock out in wipes, and spending baby’s nap time praying that this is the worst of it. Then come the blow-outs. And it’s never convenient. It’s always when you’re driving to the grocery store, handing the baby to Aunt May, or a split second from the most precious picture the idiots at Picture People could have ever taken. That’s when you hear the sound of your sweet, innocent child’s colon unleashing a stream of seedy shit right through the diaper, up their back, out their arm sleeves, and filling every fat crevice they proudly own. The only positive – you just bought a shit-ton of stock in wipes.
Then comes the stage where it’s no longer poopy..it’s just plain shit. Turds to be exact. You pull the diaper off and they roll out. Sometimes they’re half smashed…most of the time they have you quickly grabbing to pull your shirt over your nose. But if they could talk..they’d say, “that’s right bitches…it’s time for potty training.”
So their shitting in the pot now…and it’s cool! Right?! No…no you’re not done yet sucker. Now comes the time where you still wipe their ass. Dropping mad cash on diapers is gone, but you’re still putting your hand right smack dab in the crack of their ass…..and it sucks. You teach them to wipe themselves..sometimes it works, sometimes you’re tossing a ton of Shout on their stank skidmarks. But you’re getting closer….
Then it happens. They shit in the toilet! They wipe themselves! They're even OK with shitting in public restrooms!!! And then…you move into a one bathroom house. Why?! Because other people’s shit is destined to be a significant part of your life FOREVER!!
So now, just when everyone elses shit is their own problem and I can't even enjoy my own - I get interrupted. Jumping around outside the door, knocking every two seconds “I gotta go daddy!!” And the newest…every time I start the shower for the boy, he’s about to step in, then he says, “I gotta poop daddy.” So I turn everything off and wait…and wait….and wait….
I guess in a few more years I’ll update this recap of the evolution of shit in my life. It'll ramble about the boy claiming to shit when I know he's really stroking one out. Or how my daughter obsessively text-messages when she claims to be dropping the kids off at the pool. But none the less…I have no doubt…shit will continue to rule my life.
Reader Comments (11)
hahahah.
no shit.
(sorry had to)
i feel like i should go brew ya a cup of Vienna Cafe by General Foods Internation Coffee...yanno to help you celebrate the moments, i mean...err...shit of your life....
keep rocking rockstar!!!!
It could go full circle. They might have to wipe your butt one day. ;-)
You handled a "shitty" topic in a most humorous way. And, no worries, there will come a time and age when you are able to ask them to return the favor :)
It's all true, funny but true!
It's the dang pictures that get me everytime. I swear I'm bowing to you right now for your creativity, ingenuity and humor that makes my stomach hurt. I love you man!
OMG, I just laughed myself to tears! Everything you said is oh so true and you have a way of telling it that is totally entertaining. Your other commenters are right, by the way, one day they'll be helping you.......revenge!
allconsoffun oh man..that would be super terrific..but...I'm pretty confident after that freshly brewed cup of coffee started to work it's magic, the entire family would need to drop duce in the toilet...
kathygee1 - it's my life's dream to one day find the responsibility of having my ass wiped till it's sparkly clean, fall on my children. one day....
toywithme - I'm sorry, I couldn't get by your name...it's really one kick-ass name and kicks in my automatic response ADD syndrome which makes my first words to you wanna be "OK"
Kirsten - you said it sister..you've been there...with the kids and the shit and the grossness and the....the shit...
Kim - no..I love you sister...you make me wanna be a better man and a better daughter to my mom
Kat - thanks lady!!! That was awfully damn kind of you. And, yes, if all goes as planned...they'll be wiping my ass in approximately 54 years..
You are a POET. For anyone who's interested, meconium comes off easily with vaseline.
I wonder if anyone has dared blog about pinworms...?
OMG! I literally laughed out loud reading this! Freaking hysterical..and scary.
JC - where were you when both my kids were baby's? I would have loved to have known there were more uses for vaseline than just.....ummm....
The Bare Essentials Today - boo
You are freakin hilarious and i can't wait to show your blog to my husband. Love it.