Friday, April 18, 2008
I work four days a week wiping poo from people's asses. I go home and clean my puppy's poo from her puppy pads or from her paws and mouth as she likes to eat and play with poo. My husband takes forty-five minutes to poo-which has made me pee and almost poo my pants. Hopefully soon I will get pregnant and have a baby and clean up it's poo as well. I'm beginning to sense a pattern and it frightens me a little, it makes me wonder...am I going the wrong way, is this how my life was meant to turn out or is this what I have chosen for myself. Don't get me wrong I'm not unhappy, I just wonder is that what it all comes down to? Poo? Is it just me? I remember staying at my Grandma's house for the weekend when I was little and thought it was so strange that she would ask me every morning if I'd gone to the bathroom. Now I find myself asking my husband in the morning-'did you poo yesterday?'. I'm obsessed in making sure both dogs have pooped everyday. It's important isn't it? This is how I start my first blog...so I guess it's important to me. Did you poo today?