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Mr Hanky the Christmas Poo nearly visited our pool

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As I’m writing this, my first blog in a week (gasp – say all you super bloggers) an awesome thunderstorm is happening around me.

Although I’m sure no one really cares about why I’ve been absent for a week I’m going to tell you – newspaper deadlines.

For those who’ve had to met them, you know the stress. Okay so what I’m doing now isn’t quite as stressful as when I worked on a daily paper, but it’s still hectic.

And I chow through a HEAP of caffeine every day because of it.

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But I’ve meet them and it means I have 2 whole weeks without work and I’m bloody over the moon!

When I hit deadline this morning I felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders – truly.

I did a jig, ate some almonds (yep party food for the wanna-be skinny) and sat down for 15 minutes and folded the washing!

After doing some much-neglected household duties I picked up the trio from Kindy nice and early.

We went swimming, it was lovely – especially in 33C heat – until it turned to shit, literally.

About half an hour into our pool session Maddi told me she needed to go to the toilet.

In fairness she had been doing what I like to call ‘poo farts’ in the car on the way home so I knew something was brewing.

But I asked if she could hold on for a bit, because I couldn’t be farked getting out, and she said she could.
Not two minutes later the poor wee sausage was TC (touching cotton) and we had to exit the pool quickly.

Too late, the eagle had landed.

No sweat really, it was our pool area, unlike a week ago when No.2 decided to leave a surprise in a friend’s communal pool.

My poor friend was mortified, luckily no-one saw it, or if they did they just pretended they hadn’t.

So back to the turd burger at my place, instead of letting me help her remove the offending item, Maddi basically dropped her swimmers and hello, out came Mr Hanky – the Christmas Poo!

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(Photo credit – southparkstudios.com)

Why oh why can’t my kids just have nice easy, solid logs.

Anyhow, after a lot of scrubbing and washing, I returned to the pool – thank goodness for Chlorine.

Now there’s a lesson to be learned here – Don’t delay now what could turn into a shit fight later!!

What have you delayed or ignored only to have it blow up in your face?!

It’s Tuesday, and just one week until Xmas, so I’m linking up with super blogger Jess at Essentially Jess –

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Author: Have A Laugh On Me

I'm a mum to three, write from home and I rarely cook, craft or clean but admire those who do. I try to live by the mantra that there's no point in worrying about something that might not happen! Be warned this is not a fluffy, sweet mummy blog, rather a place where you can cringe, laugh and be shocked at my brutally honest take on my life.

15 thoughts on “Mr Hanky the Christmas Poo nearly visited our pool

  1. Ah poo. When they say they gotta go you gotta take them hey. 😦

  2. Oh no! Nothing worse than a log in the pool!!

  3. Aahahaha…I like this post! My story is similar to this although my boy didn’t take out his poo in the pool. We were driving back home from his school when he suddenly felt the urge to pee and nowhere I could make a stop. I asked whether he could wait until the next gas station he said yes. 100m from the said gas station the pee made its way out. Gosh!

  4. Lol… It’s not truly Christmas without a visit from Mr Hanky! Hiiii – Deeee – Ho!!!!!!

  5. LOL! This reminds me of Eddie Murphy’s joke in “Delirious” talking about poos in the bath…calling them the “big brown shark”
    Thank goodness for chlorine, eh? πŸ™‚ x

  6. As a baby my sister would ALWAYS do poos in the bath. That doesn’t have chlorine. At least they remained solid as they floated passed. Rachel x

  7. Oh no! If only it was ‘all-singing-all-dancing’ like Mr Hanky it might be tolerable. Still, it’s the bath ‘surprises’ I hate most. No chlorine there 😦

  8. Hahahaha I’m so glad these moments are in my past now. The sneaky PUBLIC log is the worst kind when you have little ones!

    Merry Christmas! xxx

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