If you can’t use a giant preggo belly to get out of scooping poop, there’s something wrong with the world!
Yesterday afternoon, The Man was in a rush to get to a dinner meeting for this youth group thing he helps out, and asked me if I could walk the dog. Then he rephrased, and asked if I was physically capable of walking the dog. “I mean,” he says, “could you pick up poop?” And I stopped and thought about it, and realised that, yeah, actually, that might be a little difficult now. When we had a foot of snow on the ground, and she was climbing up snowbanks (as she loves to do) it was no trouble, but now…it would certainly be tougher! I could, but since it’s so much easier for him, I let him have that privilege. 🙂