Let’s just say my tummy wasn’t very happy with me about something. Nothing like sitting on the toilet so uncomfortable that you yell at your son, “Get OFF me, I can’t POOP when you’re SITTING ON ME GO FIND A TOY NOW!” Only to suddenly realize that it’s summery weather and the window right above your head is w-i-d-e open. Great. The whole neighbourhood knows what I was doing.
Isn’t oversharing what a blog is all about, anyway?