And then she talked about poop.

That’s right. I’m talking about poop.

During the day, I’m lucky if I can pee more than three times. And it’s like hitting the jackpot if even one of those times is alone.

Oh wait. One of those times is during naptime.

This is tough for a girl who, before kids, regularly went to the bathroom oh, 8 or 9 times a day.

What? I have a small bladder.

So you can bet when I get to go, it’s like friggin’ Niagra Falls.

Anyways. Back to the poop.

I fear Hubband is catching on to my trick.

After dinner, before the kids go to bed, I sneak off to the bathroom. Under the pretense of having to go #2.

Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t.

Regardless, I stretch out my time nice & looooooong.

The latest trash mag, a good book, if I want to really convince him-the laptop.

Sure, I could wait until the kids go to bed to really “take care of biz”. But on top of enjoying my 10 minutes of peace…I enjoy listening to Hubband trying to wrangle the two tired, cranky monsters right before bedtime.

***off-topic here: Did I really just hear Kate Gosselin bitch because the jelly beans they are enjoying aren’t friggin’ organic? Who gives a crap, Kate? They are jelly beans for craps sake. If you are that worried about it, don’t eat them in the first place!***

So. Back to poop. As I said, I fear Hubband is catching on to my little game.

Last night he asked me if I was sure I couldn’t wait until the kids went to bed.

Uh-no, no I can’t.

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