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How Do I Choose the Best Professional Cleaning Service

Keeping your home clean can be an exhausting task, especially if you have to squeeze it in between the chaos and work and keeping your family in line. And if your life feels like it’s nothing but cleaning and tedious chores, perhaps it’s…

How to Keep Your Pool Clean Without Using Chemicals

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and if you haven’t done it already, you are probably getting ready to open your pool and start the swimming season. Having a pool in your backyard is wonderful, but it requires quite some effort before you…

8 Ways to Make Food Shopping as a Parent More Bearable

No one is denying children aren’t the gift that keep on giving. But, as a parent, there are just some tasks in day to day adult life that shouldn’t be accompanied by kids. Namely the weekly food shop. Opening yourself up to a world of whining, potential tantrums and…

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YEP!  Show of hands, ladies…  Don’t tell me you’re one of those whose husband never does that?  If so, get off of this blog and bake him up a batch of cookies (and serve them to him in bed).  When I showed that card to Bri, we laughed together, smiled at each other… It was like, we both knew that’s something he does.  Every weekend.  When he needs a break.  But then it got me thinking… You know, it’s time for me to ‘poop’ too!  In fact, it’s time all of us mamas start pooping when our hubby’s are around and the kids are out of control.  Why not?

So, I tested the waters.

Last night, Mario was fussy and the boys were wild.  I told my dear hubby that I needed to poop.  There were no questions asked for having to take the baby and manage all 3.  It was quite amazing how he whisked our fussy baby from my arms and started walking around the house with him.  I walked to the bathroom, sneaking my laptop and iPhone in too and locked the door.  I’m not kidding.  I turned the fan on too and could barely hear Mario fussing.  What to do?  Yes, I seriously contemplated it.  I caught up on emails, booked a Matilda Jane Party at my place, scrolled Facebook, surfed Pinterest…

YUM

I texted a friend (or two).  I even read a short women’s devotion AND started next weeks ‘Meal Plan’- here’s Monday’s dinner!

I mean, do you have any clue what you can get done on the toilet seat lid in 10-15 minutes while all alone

in a locked bathroom with the fan on?

Try It.

Poop.”

I won’t tell.

I could’ve just went upstairs by myself… but we all know that doesn’t work.  And I could’ve left the house… but we all know sometimes that takes too much effort.  I could’ve even asked for some alone time.  HA!  You’re laughing too.  Here’s the best part!  When I came out, there were no questions asked, no conversations to be had… everyone knew where I was and everyone knows what goes on in there.  They just didn’t know my secret.

So I’m sharing it with you; we need to ‘poop’ more often.  On good days, on bad days… every day.  Yesterday wasn’t a bad day, I seriously just needed 10-15 minutes to myself without someone clinging to my leg, my arm, my boob, my body and/or asking me 7,942 questions that I don’t know how to answer.  Like, “How do garbage trucks work?” or “Why does the moon follow  the cars?”

It was so peaceful in my powder room; not one interruption.  Next step… I’m gonna stash a few candy-bars and a bottle of wine under the sink.

Baby steps mamas; baby steps.

Time to poop now.

(You’re Welcome.)

xo

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