Down with O.P.P.

For some time, I've been thinking of sharing Other People's Poop stories.  As PoopMom, I receive at least 1 email or call a week with the dirty details from another mom or dad's sh*tty day.  

Thank you to my friend (and mommy extraordinaire) Katie for sharing this email to her hubbie who is currently in California.  (Katie, next time, I want a picture!)


Dear Husband,

You know how most of the time when you're out of town you miss a snowstorm?  Tonight you missed a shitstorm.

While I was drawing the bath and Walt was chilling in the nude on a blanket on the floor, he pooped.  Not just a little, a lot.  Off and on for ten minutes.  Just when I thought he was done, a new push came.  It was like the Play-Doh Fun Factory.  It took approximately five cloth diapers and a small army of wipes to contain.  I released a similarly colorful string of obscenities.

You'll be happy to know he has very good form, and didn't stick his hands in it.

I'm never using a cookie press again.

Please come home soon.

Love,
Your Wife


Thanks Katie.  I smell feel your pain.

If you would like to share your own story of woe crap, please drop me an email with a well-written (and hopefully humorous) narration of said poop.