Why P, Why?

My poor mother wonders on this blog why I only talk about disgusting things like poop and other bodily functions, as well as sex. Why would I embarrass her like that. Hmm… lemme think about that a minute.

Hello? Have you met me? My entire life is surrounded by poop and other bodily functions, as well as sex.

Here’s a little insight into my life for those of you that have no clue.

I work with developmentally disabled adults. For those of you that STILL have no clue… they are retarded and most are physically disabled. On a daily basis one or more of them come in with…

Poopy/pee pee pants and/or loaded diapers
Boogers and snot the size of golf balls
An erection that we all try to ignore before sending them to the bathroom
Body odor soooo strong that it makes a skunk smell good
Wearing the same clothes they have worn for 4 days in a row
Horrible bad breath
Poop on their hands and attempting to smear it on YOU.

So… these are just a few of the things that even I, as the secretary see and have to deal with on a daily basis. AT WORK.

At home, four nights per week and sometimes on the weekend I have a baby, that with the exception of the erection, ends up the same as above only on a smaller scale.

So mother, this is why I feel the need to ALWAYS talk about these disgusting things. They ARE my life. I don’t have the luxury of a clean, well dressed office where no one comes up to you to announce that they need a long stick to “chop up” a BM that won’t flush.