To Shower or Not to Shower

So my husband and I have fairly often had this conversation: Him: Are you really mad at me for having to poop? Me: Yes. I'm certain some people will think this is too much information, but I must know if there are other women who feel that the amount of time men spend pooping is absurd.  Now before you think I'm a total whack job for putting a time limit on the facilities, you should know that I am not so much mad at the what, but rather the when. I suppose you don't really have control over when you need to go, but if it's so urgent that you leave in the middle of unloading groceries, or bathing the kids, or getting ready to leave the house and be somewhere, then how could it possibly take 45 minutes to get it out? Seriously, the only time I am relieved to hear he has to poop is when I have a show recorded that I want to watch and he's not interested. Then I'm like, "Perfect, I can watch my hour long program without interruptions!" ...

I haven't written a post in over a month! I've been THAT busy.  The Realtor who I've been working for is on fire and I've been trying to juggle the copious amounts of paperwork with my ever difficult five year old, two year old and chunky monk 6 month old. Being busy is good though, it's less time for me to over analyze existing in my overly hormonal, analytic, female brain.  I also decided to go ahead and get my Realtor license, which excites me, but now that I think about it, is only magnifying my neurosis.  What neurosis you ask? The constant "pursuit of happiness" neurosis. Or maybe even the ego satisfying neurosis, I'm not sure which one.  The other day I just felt completely useless. I mean I worked my butt off taking care of the children; never sitting down, fussy baby, fighting siblings, nurse, abcmouse.com, dog eating trash, toddler peeing on rug next to toilet, nurse, five year old sticking hand in baby's mouth, toddler refusing t...