My husband doesn’t understand why I’m always tired. After all, all I do all day is cook and clean. Our house is small and only three people live in it.
I’m tired because I spend each day on high alert, I tell him.
The moment I relax is the moment Squidget eats her own poop.
I was in her room grabbing clothes while she air dried after her bath.
What I found when I saw her again — a pile of poop on the carpet and more of it smeared over her face and hands — required a second bath.
And all this happened before 8 a.m.
So that poopy day you think you’re having, it could be just that — literally.