Brother and I had a great walk with the dogs late this afternoon.

When we arrived back at my place and I convinced Brother he really wanted to do prenatal yoga with me. How great is he, People? Doing a prenatal yoga dvd?! We were both getting into it when I saw something on the carpet.

Now, I have razor sharp vision. I’m like Superman when it comes to carpets and our floors, because I clean so much. I know all. I see all. I can tell what’s new, what’s been there and what’s been messed with.

You can imagine my horror, when I realized this carpet stain was indeed shit, new shit. Fresh shit.

Is there anything more disgusting than finding shit? I shit think not. I’m sorry, I should have prefaced this with a shit disclaimer, for any of you who are already horribly grossed out.

Obviously, we quickly ruled us out and placed all blame on the ones with four legs. But which one?

It was Murph. Poor Murphy. I know, it’s not his fault, but finding a back paw covered with matted down shit? Not exactly what I want to be looking and smelling at.

So we carried him down to the basement and because I’m pregnant {what a life saver, for once}, Brother washed it off. Thank you, baby FOH. Really helping your Mama out this evening.

And I kept thinking, and kept saying to Brother, is this shit a metaphor? Brother! It’s a shit metaphor, definitely. But for what? I don’t have a shit life. I like my life today. I mean I’m not loving life today but we can’t always love life now can we? What the HELL does this MEAN? Oh, shit, who knows?!

I might, just might tend to try to read into everything that happens. Yes, that whole everything happens for a reason, I fall for that hook line and sinker every damn time.

At some point during this whole shit fiasco, and believe you me, this was a fiasco, we started laughing and couldn’t stop. I’m sure I’ll still be finding droplets of shit in the kitchen, living and dining room. I’m afraid to check one of the bathrooms that I know he walked in for fear of more shit and disinfecting and cleaning.

And I think I got it then, during the laughter. That even in the midst of a shit storm, things are still good. Maybe not as planned, but good, and if we can keep on laughing, good will become great.