One day last week, I allowed my almost-18-month-old to pluck little shreds of toilet paper off the outside of a brand new roll because it kept her occupied while I pooped, and I told myself, "I'm going to write about this."
Three months ago I put my then-15-month-old in her crib, apologizing over the sound of her anguished wails. "I'm really, really sorry," I told her, in the tone I had previously reserved for calling in sick to work, "but I HAVE to poop." And I told myself, "I'll write about this later."
I'm not very good about writing on a regular basis, but I would like to be. So Internet, I don't know if you'll hear from me again soon, but we'll see.
