My true calling

Many of us have been called to do something grandiose with our lives.

One of my friends was born to be an accountant.

I have some friends who are lawyers.

I even have a friend who has a Ph.D. from Yale.*

As for me, I have felt many callings in my life – mainly to teach, but also to write, to perform, to care for people, and most recently to learn how to write code and be in IT.

But alas. I am…

just the Poopsmith.

For an informative video on the Poopsmith, please see here (and believe me, you won’t regret it).

Yes, my true calling seems to be cleaning up crap all day, and all night, because that is all my daughter does.

She, like the rest of Luxemburg’s inhabitants under the age of 5, has come down with a stomach bug and has had diarrhea for a week (which followed a puking spell, but that only lasted a day). Which means changing sheets in the middle of the night, trying to hold a toddler down so you can scrape poo off of her back and her belly and her feet, and doing laundry. Lots and lots of laundry.

It seems that just about every tot in Luxembourg has been bitten by this bug at the moment, as there were an entire *4* kids at the crèche yesterday. And of those four, one was my poop-prone daughter and the other one unleashed a cascade of vomit just as I opened the door.

So if you’re a parent in Luxembourg tonight, hold your children close, wash your hands thoroughly, and shove some preventive vitamins down their adorable, hungry little throats.

That way, you can keep your day job and don’t have to end up like the Poopsmith too.

 

*Yes, Leah, I brag about you every chance I get.