I made my kids smell my poop

Listen, sometimes mothers have to take drastic action, or the nuts will run the nuthouse.

Before going to the bathroom, I told my kids, “unless you are bleeding or dying, let me poop in peace”.

Thing 1 and Thing 2 in unison, “Okay Mom”.

Just as the grand finale was beginning, I hear in the other room, “No! Stop! It’s dark in here!” Then a series of thuds, bangs and yelling between my cherubs.

This is not the peaceful dump I had imagined. Drastic action must be taken, a precedent must be set so future poops will not be compromised.

“Get your butts in the bathroom, now”! I hollered. I hate sitting on the toilet longer than necessary. It isn’t comfortable, I don’t know how my husband can treat it like a day at the spa…. The kids open the door and immediately plug their noses.

“If you choose to be mean to each other while I am in the bathroom, I am going to call you in each and every time I poop, just so you can smell it. Be nice, or smell the funk”.

In unison, “Yes, Mom”.image(1)

Keep that in your back pocket, moms. You’re welcome.

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