Once again, I have lured you into the illusion that my mind is occupied with deep thoughts.  This is not entirely dishonest – it is, a great proportion of the time, which will be fodder for my next post on how I can honestly leave the house with my shirt inside-out.  More than once.

But you can only sustain deep thinking for so long before you have to turn your mind to more pressing matters of daily life.  For me, that means mommyhood.

Yep.  This is the obligatory poo post.

I don’t know if this is reassuring to any other moms out there, but here it is:

I am a trained specialist in disease.  Yep.  Bonafide, diploma-carrying PhD biochemist with creds in host-microbe relationships.

And yet, despite this, when my son’s poo becomes the color and consistency of wallpaper paste for three days in a row (unfortunately, without the bland wallpaper-pastey smell) I am on the phone with the pediatrician, demanding instant gratification. 

Fix it.  Now.

Remember my reasons for not specializing in pathology.