My friend, Tess Grant, and I recently realized we have a sisterhood. We would prefer that it was the “Sisterhood of the Bestselling Novel.” Instead we are members of the “Sisterhood of the Bum.” This is a much larger group. Anyone with children in diapers or potty training, or new puppies or aging household pets may be a member.
To see if you are a member of the Sisterhood, study the list below.
You might be a member of the Sisterhood of the Bum, if…
– You wash your hands with Lysol.
– You’ve considered buying stock in Brawny and having it delivered to your house by the pallet.
– You’ve interrupted preparing for or eating a meal to clean up a mess.
– Paper towel, Lysol, and carpet cleaner are always within arm’s reach.
– You’ve discovered messes in the middle of the night… with your bare feet.
– You don’t go to the bathroom yourself because you are tired of being in the bathroom and/or don’t want to wash your hands again.
– You associate the smell of carpet cleaner with excrement.
– You’ve spent so much time encouraging your toddler to pee, that you have to go yourself.
– You never throw about Wal-mart bags because you use them to contain the soiled paper towels, etc. And you frequently run out.
– You’ve spent more time than you want to admit thinking about how to get a urine sample from your child, and then how to transport it to the doctor’s office. (Hint: Dr’s office has collection kits for the second part of this. Good luck getting your kid to pee in them.)
If you answered “Yes,” “Been there, done that,” or “Just this morning” to more than one of these, welcome to the Sisterhood.
(Sorry, there are no benefits to membership. I am told the children eventually are potty trained, but so far it seems a vicious rumor.)