So there I was, washing poop out from yet another potty, or maybe this happened some other time, I don't know, a lot of my life involves introspection and poop, but I was thinking about poop anyway, and I realized...
I kinda like this.
Not the poop, you know. Poop is gross. But the washing out of the poop, that I like, in a weird way. Causing order to form out of chaos - cleanliness out of disorder. And maybe that's why the idea of keeping house has appealed so much to me - because it is ultimately about washing poop off of stuff, both metaphorically and, in the case of any house I keep, literally.
In further poop-related news I found a seamstress in town who will convert my two beat up velcro diaper covers to snap covers for a fairly reasonable price. I mean, definately inflated somewhat, but not out of the ballpark inflated, so I'm feeling okay with it. She's going to replace a worn leg elastic too, while she's at it. Hopefully the bill will come in at under $25. It's yet another thing to cross off my list of stuff to get done before the baby arrives.
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