I should have known that it wasn’t a good idea to take your toddler swimming before she’s had her poo of the day. Because when those telltale brown flakes start to show up in the wading pool, there’s a pretty good chance you know who the culprit is.
While hurriedly removing your toddler from a poo-contaminated pool, trying to avoid the disapproving looks from the other parents whose kiddies have been forcibly evacuated – this is quite possibly the worst time to pull a muscle in your lower back.
Furtively hosing down a poo-covered child in the changing room showers is hard to do when you’re pulling faces and saying “Ow!” every time you move. Getting said toddler in and out of the buggy is torture. Wrestling with her when she insists on running into traffic is horrific torture. Geez, even trying to put her down into her cot for a nap takes determination and courage.
Where’s my medal?