Yesterday was really one of "those" days. I apparently forgot to take my Zoloft Sunday night, and was just a wee bit testy. After I got the kids home from Kids' Day Out, I went to the bathroom. While I was on the toilet, the kids come running in and tell me that Picabo kitty pooped on my herbal hotpack. Picabo is 14 years old and has been boycotting her litterbox, but this is the first time she's gone that far.

While I was cleaning up that mess, Sam pooped his pants (power of suggestion?), went to the toilet and managed to smear poop all over himself and the side of the toilet while getting his pants down, then started hollering for me. I went and gave him the hairy eyeball, then told him I was tired, tired, TIRED of cleaning up his poopy messes and he was on his own. He screamed and squalled for 20 minutes, while I went back to cleaning up Picabo's mess.

Then Erin decides it's her turn, and she goes to my bathroom at the other end of the house and starts yelling for me to come wipe her bottom! At least she pooped in the toilet. About this time, DH called to ask me something. Sensing something was amiss (no great feat), he asked me what was wrong. So I told him. "S***! S*** is wrong! S*** is everywhere! All I do is clean up s***! Just call me the s***scooper! S***, s***, s***!!!!!!" Imagine this embellished with throwing things.

Thank goodness not every day is like that. Actually, most of my days are pretty much like that, except for the cat poop. That was kind of the last straw.

The moral of this story? I'm not sure; maybe: if you're not sure if you took the Zoloft, take it again!

ahhhhhhhhh...I remember those days. Now thankfully its just the dog.

At least you have a good sense of humor......thats what got me thru.

poop-free hugs for you.........

Here's a costume for you and hubby for holloween..

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That's what I felt like too this week. Both dogs had the runs for some reason. Let's just say, it wasn't pretty.




Hey, you're entitled to lose it every once in a while. That's why we're called "Pay-RANTs."

OOOHHH Man..........Bless your lil heart.....and nose....and blood pressure....and lungs....

YOU NEED A BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Send those lil poop machines to a baby sitter and go out for awhile....ALONE!!!!!!!!!

I AM only about an hour and half away ya know............


I remember one time when my middle son was about 4.....he started back peddling (pooping his pants again) we were at a lil country store by our house. When I smelled him, I told him to go outside on the porch of the store and wait for me.....made him wait for about 10 minutes (sure it seems like a lifetime to him) I put his legs through holes of a trash bag and wear it like plastic pants in the car until we got home......took him out to the back of the house...striped him down and sprayed him off with the hose, (it was middle of the summer) told him if he did that again I would strip him down no matter where we were and use thier hose....that everyone had a hose at thier place and I was gonna use it....
HE NEVER DID IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!
(i feel guilty for that now, but I was so fed up then it didnt even bother me at all.....)
Son is 19 now....he doesnt even remember it lol so guess it didnt scar him for life or anything...just taught him not to poop his pants.........

Ya'll will get through this too..........someday!!!!!!!!!