Someone Always Has To Poop

I don't think I ever told you that I live in Maine. Blue Hill, Maine to pinpoint for you. Fishing is a year round thing in Maine. No matter your taste in the type of fishing, we have it here. The past two years I've taken up ice fishing as much as a mom can. (that's about once a season for those wondering). This year we took the trip down to Waldoboro where my uncle resides. This was a bucket list item for me. As he was very sick 5 years ago and had planned to take a trip with me. We never did that winter because his cancer made him too sick. Since then, I've had kids and never the time to go. We decided to leave the younger two home as a day on the ice probably wasn't in their list of fun things to do.

It was a great day, from start to finish. Okay, maybe not finish as my 2 1/2 year old spent the 1/4 mile trek back to the car screaming his head off in the sled. I'm pretty sure everyone thought we had caused major harm to him. Aside from that, Bentley learned to walk on ice and I learned that 'snow crunchers' are a MUST for me. I would of spend my day on my ass if it weren't for those life saving shoe grips. We enjoyed the trip. The sun on our faces when it was out and the warmth of the shack when it was too cold to stand the Maine winter any longer. The boys spent the day running between flags, learning how to clean holes and how to pull fish in. Lots of laughs, chatter and snacking for the boys. As adults we enjoyed less social media and more nature and each others company.

However, someone always has to poop.. In the middle of this gorgeous time, Bentley said the sentence any parent dreads on trips, car rides or in my case, in open area with no bathroom in sight.. Of course, mom has to solve the problem and find a place for him to poop. I drag him to the edge of the lake behind some bushes and let him do his thing. Now, Idk if you have more than one kid or not.. but it's almost like dominos. One has to go, they all have to go. I turn to see dad trucking Noah in the sled behind him, because suddenly he has to poop too! It's quite a process to take kids out of their snow gear, and I probably would of been frustrated at the fact that Noah didn't actually need to go until I had the view to the left of this post and couldn't help but laugh. I'll be showing his girlfriends this picture when he's much older and he'll take me for it. Until next time, I survived another trip, another poop problem on my mission in motherhood.