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He Pooped and I Screamed

I yelled at my son for pooping. In the bathroom. On the toilet.

I yelled at my son for pooping in the bathroom, on the toilet.

I was freaking tired.

My oldest son, Dylan, showers in our master bathroom. The sink is separate from the shower and toilet. A small door separates them.

Since I wake up at 3 AM, I go to bed early. Check that: I plan to go to bed early, then life does its thing.

So, Dylan goes up to shower. Once he's in the shower, I knock and enter to brush my teeth.

And then yelling.

The bathroom smelled.

Before taking a shower, Dylan went to the bathroom. And I, in turn, flipped out.

Why did he do it? It is my bathroom!

There are other bathrooms.

He didn't tell me he was going to do it.

Why does he shower in here anyway?

I was tired. I didn't eat well all day. The yelling wasn't even about him. I was mad at myself. How did I get to this point of exhaustion? How did this level of irritability creep up on me? How do I avoid this in the future?

My wife politely told me to go to bed.

We'd address it tomorrow.

We did.

That wasn't fun.

Dylan holds that moment against me to this day - in a good way. We laugh. He's the best.

I yelled at my son for pooping in the bathroom.

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  1. Tooo funny!! You could have titled this post- ‘$&*t happens’!

  2. I feel your pain. I share a bathroom with my son who is 7 and OH MAN... I'm always asking him what died in there. LOL
    He is SO bad!!!


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