POOPING BY CANDLELIGHT

Posted by CrazyRedders on July 4, 2016

KIMG0325.JPGSo you all might have gathered from my previous blog posts, is that my husband plays a big role on my blog.  Most of the stories involves him.  He is definitely my biggest inspiration. Words can’t even describe how wonderful it is to be able to find that one special someone that completes you.  We’ve made so many good memories together. And most of those memories turned into some really good messed up content.  So here’s to my sexy husband.  And  here’s to many more memories.  We make one hell of a team!

So without further ado, lets get to some more of that messed up content.

I don’t know if any of you out there have ever had to poop by candlelight, but my husband has, and I can assure you that the struggle is real.

 

Evening had already set in a couple hours before I arrived home. I was gone most of the day running errands.  As soon as I walked in the door, our daughter runs up to me and says “I’m so happy your home.”

Me:  Why

Her: Because I’ve had to listen to daddy complain for the past hour.

Me: About what?

And before she could say anything else, my loving, caring and understanding husband walks in the room with this look of frustration on his face.

Me:  Hi honey

Him: Don’t hi honey me.  Where’s the light bulbs ?  Didn’t you buy some the other day when you went grocery shopping?

Me: No, I forgot to.  You should of put it on the list.

Him: I did

Me: are you sure?

Him: Oh I’m sure

Me: Well I must have been skimming that day.  Sometimes when I’m in a hurry, I skim through the list.  So I must’ve skimmed right past it.

Him: Skimmed?  Really  you just skimmed right past it. Do you know what I went through woman?

Me: No but I’m sure your going to tell me.  What’s Your major malfunction anyways?  I honestly can’t see you suffering that bad without light bulbs.  I mean come on, you don’t even like the light anyways.  Your always complaining when I leave lights on.  Your definitely a dark kinda of guy.  So quit lying to yourself and just accept it and move on.  So come on tell me.  What did Mr. Dark need light for?

On that note our daughter went upstairs because she couldn’t hold her laugh in anymore.  It was getting tough for me also lol

Him: For the f%@!%#@ bathroom

Me:  What you can’t find the hole on your own?  You need a light  shining down to show you the way.

Him:  Listen here smart@#%, I have no problems finding it and yeah I do complain about lights always being on.. They don’t always have to be on, except for when I have to take a poop.  I want light for pooping.   For some odd reason you like to turn on all the lights in this house.  And that’s probably why they’re always blowing.

Me: From what I can see , You’re blessed.

Him:  Blessed, Yeah I’m real f%@!%#@ blessed.

Me: You are!  You had a small light guiding your way and lucky for you I didn’t skim past the toilet paper.  So Why are you complaining?

Him: You try pooping by candlelight.  It’s not easy.

Me: Okay Honey, I can see that this has really upset you.  I promise, first thing in the morning, I will go out and buy some.  I love you!

Him:  Uh ha

Me: come on lets decide what we want to do for dinner.

Him:  we can’t because the light blew in the kitchen too.

After he said that, I picked up my purse and headed to the door.  I  told him I’ll be back.  I’m going to buy light bulbs.

It was either I go to the store, or stay home and deal with another possible traumatic experience.    I didn’t want to take the chance lol

So have any of you, or your better half  gone through a traumatic experience like this before? Would love to hear all about it.

 

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