Here’s something annoying about being a mom:
I can’t ever poo when I have to.
I’m constantly having to suppress the urge to go because I have to feed Hudson, or supervise Berlyn while she plays outside.
The kids are happy, meanwhile, I’m sweating poo-bullets and all I keep thinking about is, Man, I shouldn’t have had that 4th cup of coffee, AND a bran muffin.
Remember that TV show with that chick who could stop time with her fingers?
That was bad ass.
I need to learn to do that.
Then I could poop when I wanted, and I wouldn’t have to take money from the kid’s college account to fund my colon cleanse.