The dog's droppings in the front yard or while out on a walk.
The cat's litter box.
Jade's soiled underwear (we're potty training).
Lately, I seem to be spending a lot of my time in the feces management sector. It's the career that I never asked for, that I don't love, that I don't find rewarding, and don't even get paid for. I would quit, but I can't. My family's counting on me.
At the other end of the occupational spectrum, just before I went on the road last month, I celebrated my second anniversary of self-employment! Yay!