The term pooped out is often used in reference to being really tired - and as a working mom with a five year old and a 4 month old, this term should be tattooed to my forehead. But not only am I pooped out figuratively, I am also literally pooped out. I have hit my Maximum Poop Capacity and can really not handle anymore....poop, that is.
Here is the situation: There is a crazy black cat that poops in my front yard EVERY SINGLE DAY! Now, I wasn't so irritated at first. I did some google searches about how to stop a pooping cat from leaving the load in your yard and tried a bunch of 'home remedies'. A few actually worked - until the cat decided that instead of using the flower beds or the grass, it would start utilizing the front step. When I saw this, I entered total attack mode. Armed with a squirt bottle, I made camp in my garage...waiting for the black dump-truck to enter my yard. As I was sitting there, packing heat with the water bottle, I contemplated why the cat poop situation had gotten me so fired up. I then realized it is because I had reached my Max. Poop Capacity. Dealing with wiping butts and changing diapers all day had made me - physically - not able to handle anymore poop....I am all pooped out. This had to be the reason why I was ready to start a war with the black cat over the defecation of my front step.....any added crap to my load would tip the manure wagon right over.
I have seen the cat since then and have chased it away...but haven't solved the poop overload situation yet - and probably won't for another 2-3 years, when my little sugar has learned the art of using toilet paper. Until then, no one better ask me to change their kids diaper for them....or pet-sit...
