Obviously I’m struggling to write a blog post. Instead of trying to muster up the mental energy to compose a long, humorous story, I’d thought I’d give you some random little blog vignettes.
Cecilia recently discovered the Elmo Potty DVD. I’m not sure what it is about that movie that fascinates diaper-wearing toddlers, but I managed to flush my nose with a neti pot, take a shower, and shave my legs without Cecilia ever moving an inch. Part of me feelings guilty for letting her watch so much TV. Then again, she’s happy and safe and my legs no longer revival Chris’s beard.
Speaking of shaving, why can’t I shave my legs without cutting myself? I’ve been doing it nearly 20 years. You’d think I would have mastered it by now.
A blind albino kid grabbed me at Panera today while I was filing my glass with ice. I know I shouldn’t laugh, but how random is that?
I read my hometown paper every morning to see if anyone I went to high school with got arrested for making meth. It gives me a boost when I’m feeling down.
Chris is intimated by laundry. When he was single, he was great about doing it regularly, but I completely understand his fear now. It’s confusing. For Cecilia’s clothes, I use a Tide Stain Lifter packet with Seventh Generation Free & Clear detergent. For ours, I use OxyClean and Arm & Hammer detergent. I never use fabric softener on the towels because it ruins the microfiber dish towels. Diapers get two cycles - one in cold, one in hot - and the second load gets half a table spoon of Charley’s soap. Oh, and if any load is particularly dirty, I might add some borax or washing soda. Pretty much the only job I assign him is moving clothes from the washer to the dryer or folding.