This week could only be described as poopy.
I don’t mean that in a euphemistic way to say it’s been a bad week.
I mean, it’s been a week filled with poop.
(I’ve even uploaded this old picture of Sam and Elisabeth as a reminder there have been poopier weeks. But they sure were cute.)
Hi. I’m glad you’re still reading. Although, I’d totally understand if you had clicked away at “week filled with poop” to go read about Kate Middleton’s morning sickness or something else more palatable.
But, since you’re still here, I’ll tell you about my poopy week.
First of all, Manny, our Greyhound, is suffering some tummy issues. Poor Madison (our old, old Cocker Spaniel) has probably suffered tummy issues countless times over the past 13 years, but we haven’t noticed like we do with Manny. Greyhounds are prone to bloat, which means they could die from their tummy issues. Which means that when Manny stopped eating, got diarrhea, and took to his bed, I rushed him to the vet for injections and pills and a special diet. (I rushed him to the vet AFTER Manny got sick all over just about every room in our house. Here I am using “got sick” euphemistically).
Oh, and I had to bring lots of stool samples to the vet.
Yeah.
You’ll be glad to know it looks like Manny’s tummy will be fine. The vet believes he may have eaten something that didn’t agree with him. Which seems pretty likely since all four kids love to walk around the house eating everything from chocolate cookies to frozen peas. Manny is no dummy, and he follows them around cleaning up their trail. It turns out that none of that is really working for his digestive system.
On top of all this, the kids may have had a little tummy bug. Nothing to slow them down, just enough to need extra help with their paperwork in the bathroom.
Which reminds me, Nate’s diapers have been working hard this week. I’m thinking it’s time for us to move up to size 5 because a couple times in the last few days, the diaper has just up and quit. Which, of course, means a giant mess.
And really adds to my poopy week.
Which, now that I write all this out, might also be a euphemism for a rough few days.
