Oat Bran: Too Much of a Good Thing


Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childrearing, Children, Connections, Cookies, Humor, Life Lessons, Mothering, Mothers and Sons, Parenting | Posted on 21-05-2012

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Yes, Virigina, there is such thing as too much oat bran.

Here’s a little story about how I nearly changed my name from Pesky Pippi to Poopy Pippi. If you can’t handle poop talk, better not read on.

It all started out with an innocent batch of cookies. I made Oatmeal-Coconut Chocolate Chip Cookies. And I swapped out all of the flour with oat bran.

Note: Raw coconut and oat bran both are packed with fiber and increase metabolism. A powerful combination.

It was a gorgeous batch of cookies. Chewy. Tasty. Hot out of the oven.

I ate four. I ate seven. OK, I ate nine.

Then it was time to take my daughter to soccer practice. While she practiced, my seven-year-old son and I played on the play structure at the park. Everything was going just swimmingly. We were climbing, jumping, swinging. Just another day at the park.

Then it hit. The oat bran fiber bomb was about to explode.

You know that feeling when you have to poop and there is no toilet nearby? Yeah that. And you start to sweat. And clench. And take baby steps. Fast baby steps to the car.

You call to your son with panic in your voice, “Honey. We have to go NOW. Mommy has to go poop. And it’s an emergency.”

He says, “I know that feeling.” Yeah, he knows. And you know he knows.

You share a brief moment of understanding. I mean, haven’t we all been there?

By this time, you’re halfway to the car and you think you just can’t make it. Things are percolating.

And you are regretting the multitude of cookies you shoveled into your mouth, one hour before.

But your young son takes your hand and you hold it. And you know you HAVE to hold it in to show that you can do it.

You continue to sweat. You swear you’ll never eat another cookie in your life.

You make it to your car and drive frantically. Squeezing your buns all the way to the nearest grocery store, which is 4 minutes away if you make all the green lights. The grocery store becomes a beacon of light, welcoming you. Because you know from experience that the restrooms are clean and at the front of the store.

And you get there and the women’s restroom door is open because a guy is in there cleaning it. “Sorry, Ma’am, this restroom is closed.”

You give him the most helpless look. You feel like the one in Bridesmaids, the one who takes a dump in the sink.

So you stand there. Squeezing. Praying. One minute later he leaves and says, “It’s all yours.” And you want to high-five him, but you’re worried that too much movement will jiggle something loose.

Whew. You make it. And you breath a sigh of relief.

Your son peeks in, curious and eager, “Is everything OK Mom?”

“Yes, everything is OK,” you smile. A big, toothy smile, “Even Mommies nearly poop their pants.”

And he smiles. And understands.

Who knew that a poop emergency could be a life lesson in empathy?


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I’ll have to share my “Sonic” story sometime. It was epically bad…and I had a three year old laughing at me hysterically the entire time. That was 11 years ago, and he still brings it up on occasion. *ugh*

Just glad you made it. Although, if you hadn’t, I’m pretty sure that none of us would ever have known. Actually shitting yourself isn’t really blog material unless you’re in a frat or something.

I want to hear your Sonic story. It sounds riveting.

Yeah, whew, I made it to the toilet that time. There have been other not so fortunate times. But, you’re right, I probably won’t blog about those mishaps. (Mishats?!)


I am so happy to know that am not the only one. Your blog is great always telling the truth no matter what. It is refreshing to read stories of actual good and not so good times. I hope U have a wonderful day!

Aw, thanks! I like to be real. I am learning that being real and being yourself is about all we can be, huh? 🙂

Thanks for reading and commenting!

I think it’s amazing how your son reacted. That’s my favorite part of the story.

Oh poop stories. They are so funny coming from ladies.

You’ve just inspired me to share my own 😉

Yeah, that was my favorite part too. A good lesson and a good ending. Thank goodness for that. Whew.

Can’t wait to read yours!

So glad you made it! Maybe not eat nine cookies next time. Maybe just seven or eight…

Ha! Yeah, I think it was the pure quantity and gluttony. 🙂


Oh those darned Oat Bran Coconut cookies! I know that too much of a good thing can be scary, but didn’t you feel CLEAN afterwards? As in cleaned-out?

I felt GREAT in the beginning and afterward. It was just the middle that was horrendous. 🙂

Thanks for writing,

Very endearing story, Pippi! And the design of your blog is also cute. Will definitely return! 🙂

Thank you! I’m glad you stopped by.

See ya soon!

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