I love when others share those things -- both small or significant -- for which they're thankful.
But you know what I don't see?
Daily regularity.
Remember when your toddler first learned to make #2 in the potty? Cue the mommy applause ... it's New Years Eve all over again!
So how come no-one congratulates us anymore?
By the time we've reached Middle Age, the only one likely to do so is the gastroenterologist.
One of the things I remember most about my father was his seeming obsession with staying regular. I've no idea from where it originated, but he was all the time asking mother and me, "Did you go today?"
Greece ruins' toilet (aka, the 'necessary room')
One of my favorite stories centers around the time my parents took my little son on vacation to New Orleans. Daddy wanted Troy to experience 'Breakfast at Brennans.'
Before finishing their meal, Troy had to 'go.' Minutes passed slowly. Right before my dad went to check on him, he spots Troy: Big smile. Hands held wide in front. In a loud voice, "Grandpa, I made one THIS big!"
Want a giggle? I recently read a humorous article where several women candidly share their own hilarious and humiliating stories ... 'flushing away' the illusion that females don't poop.
Here's that link
So, how do you spell R-E-L-I-E-F?
Hugs, Myra
Haha never thought about this - but it is true! Not so sure about the Greek toilet - ouch.
ReplyDeleteMe, either. Ouch, indeed!
DeleteLove that story of your dad and your son! Now I've got to go check that link.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Cathy!
Deleteit may have been your dad's generation. Daddy was the same way, obsessed with his and ours. I will not tell the stories my poor SIL had to put up with him in his last few years of life... one involved a wooden spoon. each time we went to visit, we would want to go out and visit people or go to one of the forts and DO something. he always said, We can't go until I Go.... we had to sit around the house waiting.
ReplyDeleteyou have stirred a lot of not so fond memories. LOL.
off to look at the link... these days mine is the opposite. I get excitged when I don't go
Hmm, a generational thing? I wouldn't be surprised.
DeleteI am a regular dude, but Sherry fights it most of the time. Lately she credits her DR's recommendations of Probiotics. I have learned that 'pain pills' FIGHT regularity.
ReplyDeleteBUT oh yeah, successful potty training, what a thrill!!!
Love it....
Some of those probiotic drinks are yummy!
Deletea serving bowl???? ROFLAO.. shart is my new go to word... that is part of IBS and this LINK has helped me emensley. the thing I don't get is why this doesn't happen to men. i would like to know if all the women on the link had had children? as in do these things happen after child birth or do non moms have the same thing.
ReplyDeleteBoth good questions. Readers?
DeleteYour son's description is so funny!
ReplyDeleteInteresting non-typical blog post.I am still laughing
Maybe I should have posted a warning: Content not suitable for the Junior League. (Then again, I doubt any Junior Leaguers would read my blog.)
DeleteA friend of mine invented instant laxative. She got fired from the lab where she worked for testing it on the nurses. Her name was Dr Helma Rhoyd. Her favourite song was "Everybody Hurts" by REM.
ReplyDeleteThe worst thing is when you are a guest at someone's house; you go to the toilet and you find a massive poo in there. No matter how many times you flush the toilet it stays there swimming like an Olympic champion and winking at you.
What do you do? You can't go out and tell everyone it's not yours! People don't usually leave their names on their poos.
God bless.
"An Olympic champion winking" ... oh my gosh, Victor, I'm laughing so hard. This is the best!
DeleteThis will have me giggling for the rest of the day. The pooping-at-someoneelse's house? Been there done that.
DeleteLOL... reminds me of little Tristan telling me he had a tummy ache while staying with us for two weeks one summer. I asked him if he had pooped today and he looked at me horrified that grandma would ask such a thing. I told him it's okay to talk about and that we take pooping very seriously at our house!! He hadn't so he got a softener and all was better by the next day!! I still take it very seriously!! Going to look at that link!! xo
ReplyDeleteWhat a precious, funny story! I'll bet you still chuckle when remembering the look on his face.
DeleteThis is too funny! When we were kids, if we said we had a headache . . .our daddy said, "have you done a big job today?" YES! Isn't that a funny thing to call it? I bought poo pouri for all of the ladies in our office one year for Christmas :-). We had an unofficial rule that we told all new female hires - "no poo on two" which meant they needed to go somewhere else in the building to poop rather than in the bathroom closest to the office.
ReplyDeleteMy dad used the word, "job", as well! Cute slogan, "No poo on two!" One of the office buildings where I worked, girls would carry a box of kitchen matches along to the pot. Sadly, I've heard the matches don't have that Sulphur aroma.
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ReplyDeleteMy dad was a bit of a stickler on the subject, too. He had certain times that were written in stone that you knew you had better not be in the bathroom or he'd be banging on the door till you came out. And I think he insisted I go at specific times until I was 10 or so. Must have been a generational thing.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, I watched a show about toilets on the History Channel years ago and have never forgotten the talk about Roman bathrooms. They had huge public restrooms...seriously, like 20 holes all lined up side by side and men would sit in there to discuss the issues of the day!
OMW, I can picture that! Almost. I'm wondering about your dad's 'time-line' if he wasn't in the military?
DeleteI never thought of that, but Dad was in the Army.
DeleteCall me infantile, but poop stories never fail to make me laugh, Myra. Thanks for the smiles today!
ReplyDeleteBlessings!
Thank YOU, Martha!
DeleteI never knew that everyone else discussed poop progress. When our youngest was 3, she pooped but Daddy wasn't there to see it. So her 5 yr old brother checked it out.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet story!
DeleteMy mother in law always asked that question too. I frankly had to tell her one time that I didn't think it was any of her business, but that didn't stop her from asking. LOL. Now it is serious "business" with me since some surgery I had a couple of years ago in that department, and regularity is very important to keep things running smoothly around here. LOL. It tends to be a "feast or famine" issue. TMI, so let's stop this conversation now before I spill all the beans. LOL. I used to laugh about my MIL taking her "Metamucil" religiously, and now if she could only see me doing the same every day, she'd be telling me, "I told you so!" Don't you just hate it when you find out your MIL was always right? LOL. I do miss her. She was a real "hoot" about many issues...
ReplyDeleteYour MIL? That's awkward! Like Metamucil, there's always a jar of Benefiber in the pantry.
DeleteOh my gosh, Myra. I don't think I have ever seen a blog post in all my years of blogging talking about pooping :) I love it! I wish I was a bit more regular than I am but sometimes a little prune juice goes a long way :) Just saying :)
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Do I get an award? (LOL) I'm just happy no-one was offended and UNfollowed me. (Yet)
DeleteOh my, that is the funniest thing I've read in ages. Thanks for all the laughs today. To my dismay one of the boys favorite topics was about poops or farts. So true we were so proud when they first learned to go on the potty chair and no more messy diapers. I had to do a lot of them and was very grateful when everyone was potty trained. Thanks again Myra for the funniest post I've read in a long time. Love, ma.
ReplyDeleteI'm delighted to hear you enjoyed this, Ma!
DeleteI was quite apprehensive about posting it.
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DeleteFunny post. Thanks for sharing!
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DeleteDearest Myra,
ReplyDeleteHaha, quite a subject indeed but oh so important especially in our later years. Keeping that 'train' moving and arriving in time is quite an accomplishment!
We were once in Florida at a resort with the adopted daughter of husband Pieter's eldest brother who came from The Netherlands to stay with us for one month. Also a Roteract student, from The Netherlands begged us for being allowed to join us. Okay, we carried our stretcher, a sleeping bag and some beach towels with pillow for him to sleep on. There we all were in the pool in Orlando. Nice hotel, with kitchen and living room and everything. And, as we soon would learn; Poop in the pool... Some male suddenly shook it off his hand as he swam and screamed: 'What is THAT!' There were kids in the pool, so one of them might have done something relaxing. Haha, we were OUT of it in no time.
Loved your comment on Martha Jane's post about Resist the Chokehold!
Hugs,
Mariette