Being a mother is a source of joy most of the times but there are slight hiccups that makes a mother wonder when, if ever, she would emerge from catering to kiddie nature calls. I am sick and tired of cleaning poopy butts every freaking morning. My day begins with smelling dirty one year old diaper and hearing a four year old voice yell- Aayan done potty, bums need cleaning.

There is absolutely nothing cute about cleaning the bums with water, those flaky bits and pieces of poop on the little arse holes make me want to gag each time I have to clean them up. Wipes cause diaper rash during summer, toilet paper gives them itchy ass and the desire to let them wipe their stinking bums against the floor doggie style would be a sad reflection on me as a mother.

Potty training is the first step that differentiates a human pup from an animal's baby but even more vital difference that lies between humans and animals is being able to wash our own butts or have devices that do it for us.

There is nothing more nasty than picking up someone's poop no matter how much love and affection may lie between two people.