There are some things one shouldn't count. Like poop. The other morning it occurred to me that in my present career as a mother, I dealt with poop in four formats before eight o'clock in the morning. I changed a diaper, wiped 4-year-old, scooped the litter box, and well, took care of my own business.
This was just a few weeks after I realized, in the middle of a diaper change, that I have changed many diapers pretty much every day for over four years. I know I've got nothing on my mother (every day I wonder how she managed with five children), but four years of diapers is still rather significant. If you're counting.
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