The Poo Heard 'Round the World

Who knew poo could cause such rue?  :)
Seriousloo, ridicupoo.

I'll admit that when I first read Jim's comments, my heart sank a bit.  After all, I posted my story of woe on flightsfromhell.com just to be funny for funny's sake.  (if you haven't read the story, the comments, and have no clue who Jim is, click HERE.  If you agree with Jim, get off my blog.  :):):) haha.  I never dreamed that it would turn into the commentary on socialism, welfare, and bad parenting that it has somehow morphed into.  Given one of today's stories on MSN (Frequent Pee-er?), my biggest fear is that this will now be picked up by some national racket and people across America will be lambasting me!  When 9news comes-a-knockin' at my door, I plan on pretending to be not home!  :)  Beware, future moms-in-flight - because of my story and all the commentary, it won't be long before TSA considers dirty diapers a form of bioterrorism!!!  :)

As much as I want to respond directly on the site itself, I think that would be opening myself up to even more backlash from Jim and Jim-followers.  So instead, I'm going to respond here, on my own personal blog, banking on the fact that Jim and his brethren can't find me :)

The fact of the matter is that Jim has a point (he is a JERK about his point, but there is some validity to it):  I took my sick kid on a plane and she shat everywhere.  But what Jim fails to consider is any of the following:  1)  Just because a baby has a poop-splosion one day doesn't mean she's got the Ebola virus.  Ellery, actually, is a frequent poop-splosion-er.  She does it because she eats something she doesn't like, because she's teething, because it's Tuesday afternoon.  Who knows why she poops like she does, and I was more prepared that day than for a usual trip to Kroger.  2)  Adults fly sick ALL THE TIME.  We go to work sick, go to the store sick, fly on airplanes sick, exist just about everywhere sick.  We're sick like that.  And lastly, 3) germs are everywhere, buddy.  If you think there isn't e.coli growing on your shopping cart at Wal-Mart (or your toothbrush, right Dara!?!?!?!), think again.  Sure, my little Ellery was a *smidge* more in-your-face about it (too bad not LITERALLY in your face, Jim - SNAP!), but it's true.

I also think it's funny that Jim has such a commentary on me leaving Tanner with a "stranger."  It's not like I hadn't been talking to the lady for the past 2 hours, discovered that she had something like 4 kids and 4 grandkids, nor (GASP!) that she OFFERED to watch Tanner (who was engrossed in her movie) while I changed Ellery's diaper.  If she hadn't, Tanner probably would've been covered in head-to-toe poo, which would have been (at least!) twice the amount of disgusting.  Honestly.  And if that crazy stranger (for some crazy reason) decided to "take" Tanner, where, exactly, was she going to go?  The other bathroom?  The cockpit?  Row 18?  As if. 

I suppose 'ranting & raving' on my blog doesn't really do anything but make me feel a bit better knowing "my side" is out there floating around in cyberspace :)  Ironically enough, this very day (yes, today) Ellery got sent home from daycare for only the 2nd time in her short little life because.....can you guess?...SHE HAD 2 POOPTASTROPHES!  Can you believe the timing?  As I was washing out her poopy clothes tonight (after her 3rd poop-splosion of the day), I just kept thinking (paraphrasing Jim's thoughts)..."man, I'm selfish.  Selfish, selfish, selfish."  (cue Heavy Amounts of Sarcasm!)