I don’t like to discuss, in any way, shape or form, the toileting habits of my 3 year old.
I don’t status update (oooh, he did a poo today – I’m so proud of him!), I don’t blog about it (he’s doing so well with his toilet training, he’s done 3 wees today, and no accidents) and I don’t bring it up with conversations with my friends. Or anyone else, either.
It’s boring and, honestly, I really don’t want to hear about your children’s shit. I have enough at home to deal with. I get you’re excited – and know exactly why you are, but I don’t need or want a blow by blow account of bodily excretions. I certainly don’t want a number applied to it.
It. Is. Boring.
I’m going to break that rule, ever so slightly, to ask something.
How fucking boring is it being forced to stand around beside a frigging toilet waiting for your pre-schooler to finish a poo?
It’s not even like he needs me there. I think I’m going to have to redo our bathroom so it’s more entertaining for me. At the very least, install a PC or laptop stand so I can continue working.