Some feel that parenting a child tops the chart of the glamour scales. When else can you parade around with smeary baby poop leakage on your pants or spit up squash on your shoulder and still receive sweet looks from strangers? Top that with two day old pony tail hair and milk leaking from your boobs and you could rock any European runway. Pretty glam folks.
Second on that list- pet ownership.
Why- just this past Saturday morning when I was awakened by a pounding head full of grossness and lungs that felt like they weighed 3000 pounds- I was all up in my pet ownership business. As I struggled to the kitchen to begin brewing my only chance of survival (coffee), I noticed that my super bling dog had apparently needed the facilities in the middle of the night and rather than wake me (he can be so considerate)- he just pooped on the dining room floor. And as I was crawling around gathering it and scrubbing the finish off the floors to ensure it was, in fact, clean, I realized how super hot I must have looked. What with my yoga pant jammies, pony tail hair and swollen eyes from SNOT, crawling around on the floor with a paper towel full of doggie doo. Just like in the celeb magazines ya'll. (By the way- does putting your doggies poop into the toilet count as having an animal toilet trained? Just wondering)