Oh Poop!

My life really revolves around poop. Since Boo has been potty trained we have struggled with a "routine" around  going number two. He would pee anywhere. On a tree, in a toilet, on his sister. But poop, oh no. Not in his pull-up or the toilet. So we would wait. And then the poop dance would begin. Mothers, you know what I am talking about. We would slap a pull-up on and boy would he go.

Now at the ripe old age of five, he no longer wears a pull-up to...well you know, but we still struggle. I am constantly shoving fiber rich foods down his throat, spooning Miralax in his drinks, and giving an occasional pedi-lax. Counting the days since the last time. I just can't get why I can't get my kid to be regular.

Lord knows that Princess doesn't just go once a day. Oh, no that is not good enough. She has to do it three or four times a day. But, then again she would choose to eat only fruits and vegetables if I didn't force her to consume meats and grains.

Am I alone?

Then I go to work, and you know what I talk about all day long? Yep, poop. Pig poop. Cow poop. Chicken poop. Liquid poop. Solid poop. Injected poop. Top dressed poop. Today, poop bubbles even. Well, you get my point.

And to think my mom and dad had such high hopes for me.