A parent’s love-hate relationship with their children’s bodily goo.
I hate poop. H.A.T. E. it. Hate is a strong word, I know. From dirty diapers to accidents in undies, I’ve had uncountable moments cleaning, smelling (or trying not to) and griping over ongoing poopcidents (yes, I made that word up).
Ironically where hate lives, love isn’t far behind.
Soul Writer. Single Mama. Life ponderer. Nature Lover. Therapist. Introvert. HSP & Empath. Life is my playground and each day a blank canvas.