Poop in a Bucket

It's Saturday and it's the day before Easter. I have a busy day ahead of me. I am hosting Easter dinner for my side tomorrow so I have to clean bathrooms and dust and mop...then I have to take Cameron to her Dance Camp at 10 and rush to the store for a few dozen eggs to boil and cool while she's gone. Then, while the eggs are boiling, I will be stuffing plastic eggs with Candy for the Rabbit to leave in the morning. I will also be wrapping new Easter presents and stuffing baskets and ironing clothes for church in the morning. Somewhere in there, I still have to pick up a winter's worth of dog poop in the yard so we can indeed hunt for these eggs and plan a grocery list for Costco.

At 12, I pick up Cameron and watch their "performance" to Hairspray. Last week when I walked in, she ran to me and was "too tired" to go back out and finish dancing, which means, I will be hiding inconspicuously somewhere so she can't see me and will actually perform and make it worth my time and $25 to get her there.

We will them proceed to get lunch and run to Costco where every other mad woman and man will be planning for Easter. This of course, will be right during Tucker's nap time, so I'm banking on it not being a very peaceful browse through the book tables (which is the main reason I go to Costco in the first place).

I will then come home, try to get the dog poop finished up because really, how much can one dog poop in a winter? Would you like to see for yourself? Come look in my yard! I started on it the other day and the kids are fascinated with the sight of poop in a bucket. I had a trail of two of my own and two neighbor kids following behind like ducks in a row. Every time I would scoop and toss, they would all proceed to yell "Ewwwww!!!" and then get real close to the bucket and say how stinky it was. This is cheap afternoon entertainment for all neighborhood children. I'm not sure if that makes me the cool mom or the weird mom who puts poop in a bucket, but I guess I'll have to embrace this until they are all old enough to hand them a shovel and a bucket and say, "Ya wanna play in my yard, kid? Then grab a shovel and show me some poop!"