Oh, You Thought I Was All Done Talking About Poop?

There’s a moment in parenthood when I feel totally incompetent, helpless, and debilitated. I kind of just stand there breathing deeply, saying to myself Whoooaa… ok. Ok. Ok. Whooooaaa.  I get the shivers, zone out, and have an out of body experience — the kind where my soul flies out and floats above my body and watches me standing idly in pseudo shock. The only way I know how to snap out of the whole freakout is to give myself {Read More}

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