Avoiding the Poop

Easily twenty percent of my daily mental energy is spent figuring out how to avoid getting poop on myself.

Between my 8 month old Josh, my 21 month old Fulton, and my 473 month old self, I’ve got way too many opportunities each day to land on the bad side of feces.

And why do I bring this up? Because it’s thoughts like this, thoughts that make me laugh, that help me get through the moments of my day that feel like drudgery. Cleaning the house, doing the laundry, feeding the kids, changing diapers, re-cleaning the house, re-doing the laundry, and on and on…well, some days it feels like I’m playing the world’s most impossible game of whack-a-mole. Or as a friend told me, it’s like trying to brush your teeth while eating an oreo.

There’s times that being a parent sucks. There’s times that being a manager or an employee or a student or a coach or a player or a whatever…sucks.

And that’s okay. That’s life. I taught with an incredible wise and gifted teacher and one time she stood up at a faculty meeting and reminded us, “you know, it can’t always be exciting in our classrooms. Sometimes, the best thing we can do is teach our students how to sit through something that is boring without being a jackass.”

I like that.

So if today or tomorrow, you’ve got a big heaping of stuff on your plate of life that ain’t too much fun, remember…that’s okay. Get through it and then find a little time for your happy stuff. Me? Kids are now in bed and it’s time for me to write. Good night moon.