This entry is written by the now famous Aunt Yoy.
When Big E was born, and Aunt Yoy had not yet been introduced to the joys of motherhood, she couldn't even say the word "poo" out loud without gagging. So you can see in just a few short years how much she has progressed.
Also, I couldn't figure out how to switch her entry into my normal font and I'm too impatient/computer illiterate to figure it out.
Yes, that is correct. Since becoming a mom of a now 3 year old girl and 18 month old boy, I have seen 50 shades of poo. Shades I never knew existed before I had kids.
Motherhood in general has been a wild ride. I have been up and I have been down. I am fatigued beyond belief. I have begun drinking wine at night to take the edge off. I have starting using “ish” as a new modifier for time as a correction factor to what ever my kids throw at me to make me late. (We will be there at 10:30ish). I have judged myself for looking at facebook rather then playing with my kids. I have judged myself for playing with my kids rather then spending time with my husband. I have judged myself for spending time with my husband rather than taking some time for myself. I have obsessed over what they eat, what they don’t eat, what they say, what they don’t say, when they sleep and when they don’t sleep.
Again, I have seen 50 shades of poo. Poo is messy and stomach churning and the worst part about it is there is ALWAYS more. But you know what? I have also seen 50 shades of love. Shades I never knew existed prior to having kids. The warmth you get when your kid spontaneously hugs you. The love you feel when your kid smiles so big and wide you spontaneously smile as big and wide yourself. Love is messy and stomach churning, and the BEST part about it is there is ALWAYS more.
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