And by somebody else, I mean my husband or my sister; even my nieces. What is it that I want them to do? Change the funk butt diapers, that’s what.

While I’m part-time working, I’m full-time SAHM-ing. For the most part, it is a glorious act of love and intention. The only thing I want to take a consistent break from is changing the funkies. The boy almost always drops one when he’s alone with me, rarely at any other time, even on weekends. The time conveniently changes when his dad is home. And it’s been more than once he’s dropped a bomb only after he got back from being with his aunt.

This weekend was the first time in literal weeks that my husband was home when he let it go, and I was thrilled and unashamed. I immediately directed my husband to the changing station, and boy did my son let. Him. Have it. I sat back so smug, so unbelievably refreshed by the fact that I ain’t have to do it. You couldn’t tell me nothing. That man was so over me lol.

And I didn’t feel one lick of bad for him. It’s just me out here in these streets every day fighting fires and taking the heat. I deserve the break. Anyway, what you skip? Inquiring minds wanna know.