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I've written about poop. Too much, I might add: how poop is everywhere, for instance. I'm sure there's more, but don't want to scout for it. Now that zaiki are a little more settled and 98% potty trained (I don't count sleeptime, that'll come later) the poop stopped tormenting us and I thought I won't have to dedicate any more posts to it. But the latest happening made me rethink that:

Aah, a nice, warm, relaxing bubble bath. What a treat, you may think. Taking a bath was a luxury before the zaiki. I loved to poop pop (see!!!! It is in my subconscious mind!!!!) in a nice CD, bring up my glass of wine, light candles and just relax in the tub. I haven't done it in three years (I'm such a mom cliche), so the other night I decided it was time.

After the zaiki were washed, fed, changed, hugged and tucked in, I closed the door to the bathroom, filled the tub with seductively warm water, and climbed in. Glorious, floaty feeling of being alone, no grabby hands, no demands. Perfect "me" time! Alas, it was short-lived: just as my muscles started to unknot themselves, the door opened. Maya tentatively peeked her head in and decided that sitting on the floor in front of the tub and watching Mama shave her legs is more fun than sleeping. It is a little disconcerting to have someone sit there and provide a running commentary of your EVERY move. I guess I better get used to it, but still. After she got tired of commenting on my actions, she moved on to carefully listing all anatomic attributes she would like to have when she grows up. Then (my guess that all that talking made her feel relaxed) she had to poop. Of course! My nemesis - toddler poop - had to make an appearance. So I had to leap out of the nice, warm and comfortable water to wipe her butt. I tell you what: nothing snaps you out of blissful relaxing-ness superfast as wiping toddler bottoms. Nothing.
The mood was broken. The poop won again.