But not for the reasons you’d think… :)

It’s one thing to step in dog shit in your back yard when you have two of them.  It’s expected from time to time.

It’s quite another to step in your 9 1′2 year old son’s…and to go about wondering why you smell it still, only to discover its on your hoodie too…and to wonder why the room still smells like it, only to find out it’s on the walls and and all over the edge of the laundry basket that you’d thrown his pj bottoms into before you’d realized there was crap all over it….

What an interesting way to start the day…full of opportunities to choose humour or frustration.  Today, thankfully, I could choose to laugh…