When poop (or lack of) makes you late for work - you might be a working mom.
This morning my little announced that he needed to go potty at 10 minutes before "walk out the door" time. We were putting the finishing touches on the morning. The Husband offered to stay if he took longer but I said no - he won't be but a minute, and sent him on his way. Wrong.
The poor monkey has dealt with issues in the poop department for nearly two of his almost three years. This morning was the worst yet though - we both cried at one point. But in all honesty who has to call their boss and let them know that poop is making them late to work? Two hours late (yes, this took him two hours, I told you it was bad). I'm lucky to have some understanding around here and jokes - lots of prune juice jokes.
And really - all I can do is laugh. Well laugh and feel bad for the little guy.
In other news, the Thirty One give away is closed. I'll announce a winner on Friday!
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