This is hilarious. I'm pretty sure I have that scarf from target, and I hate my sister's crazy skirt.

even though he rolls the dice and comes up asshole 70% of the time. Those seem like pretty standard odds for someone three and a half, so I'm not holding it against him. .....

You said it perfectly - it goes the same for a seven year old girl, too :-)
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Dishwashing is my least favorite chore. I would rather scrub toilets. I would rather scrub someone ELSE'S toilet than hand wash my own dishes, which I must because I AM THE DISHWASHER. So, yeah, I rinse ick, and then pots stay in the sink until I need to use them again. Twatever, I say.

I'm really sorry for your loss, Jill. Hugs to you.

Dang, people can be such dbags. That WAS a really helpful post though. I hadn't heard of Snapseed so now I am going to download it. I also clicked through to an old post where you talked about the PhotoJojo macro lens, and how the magnet didn't work. Have you found a new, better macro lens you could recommend?
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Being touched by strangers is not something I can accept, I would go feral if it happened in the midst of getting unsolicited parenting advice.

But, I've developed a very high tolerance to tantrums and keep cool as a cucumber while my daughter flails and moans, and I get a laugh from people who give me the stink eye. I can handle it. They can't. Too bad for them, go home.
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Hahaha!! Oh man, it's all in the details.
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Dang, girl. I don't quite understand why you weren't on a photography panel this year. Gorgeous!!

Poop Queen:

I KNOW. My daughter Elise suffers from encopresis as well, intermittently, thankfully. She seems to go through bouts of it in times of stress and change, which pretty much means the entire last two years, minus a few weeks here and there. Elise does not leave her poop around, or hide underwear or things like that, so the smell of poop doesn't really bother me, as crazy as it is to say - but nonetheless, dealing with the encopresis has been as hard if not harder than dealing with her recent PDD-NOS diagnosis.

I have never in my life talked to anyone about this besides Elise's father, grandparents, and my old roommate who was an unforgiving bitch. Let me say that again - my old roommate, who Elise and I unfortunately were stuck living with for a year and a half because we could not afford a place of our own at the time, was an unforgiving bitch. I (and my parenting skills) (the lack of them apparently) were entirely blamed for Elise's problem.

Elise started off by soiling herself in halfway through her first year of kindergarten. I was shamed by her teacher, her school nurse, and even her school principal who called to tell me that Elise shouldn't be enrolled in school if she wasn't potty trained. I was brought to tears by the shame that was put on me by adults who were supposed to be her protectors and supporters. She was sick, and I was being punished for other people's ignorance. People thought it was my fault that she wasn't potty trained (she was trained at 3 and had no problems til almost 5) people thought it was my fault because her diet didn't include enough healthy foods to keep her regular (in reality, Elise plainly admits that "she doesn't like pooping") people blamed me - and still blame me - for all of Elise's problems, including the encopresis.

You know, I would like, for once since this all began, to be told that Elise's constant shitting of herself ISN'T. MY. FUCKING. FAULT!!!
UGH!!

Jill - please make sure Poop Queen sees this comment if you don't mind, and pass along my email address. Anyone else who wants to talk poop issues with me, I would be thrilled for the company in this shitty hell over here: cheneymabel@gmail.com
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