My Dirty Laundry.

I had a bout of “Idontgiveashititis” that lasted far longer than it should have. Well, this morning, I kinda got my crap together and decided to get some things done. One of those things happened to be laundry (ew.). As I started the massive amount of kid laundry, I realized one thing: I HAVE 4 EFFING LOADS OF KID LAUNDRY TO DO. WTF.

FOURRRR.

I have two tiny kids.

Here’s what I took from that:

  • My kids have entirely too many clothes
  • I’m a lazy POS for amassing 4 loads of kid laundry before actually washing them
  • Doing kid laundry sucks.

Ok, I kinda already knew that last one, but a day full of tiny socks and shirts/pants that needed to be turned inside out (and you KNOW it’s like, impossible to fit an arm in those tiny cloth tubes) really solidified the point.

It took pretty much all day. Hours later, I’ve got all the kids laundry done and I’m 3 loads in on my and hubby’s clothes (that’s another story). Moral of the story here: Stop being a POS and do the effing laundry.

So that was my day.

‘So Now What?’

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Let me tell you something. That’s got to be one of my least favorite questions in the entire world. Most recently, because it’s all Haley has to ask for my head to explode. Generally though, it’s a lame question signaling to me that you can’t figure your own shit out.

Haley won’t just ask for what she wants. Rarely will she just ask for juice or for more or to be excused or anything it’s always “So…. Now what?” And my head explodes.

Dinnertime:
Haley: “Mommy, I’m all done with my dinner….” (at this point, I know she wants to be excused)
Me: “Yeah. I see that. And?”
Haley: “… annnnnd… I’m all done……. So now what?….’
Me, head exploding: “WHAT DO YOU WANT? WHAT HAPPENS EVERY NIGHT AFTER YOU’RE DONE WITH DINNER?”
Haley: “Oh. Well. I put my plate in the sink and get excused.”
Me, defeated: “WELL IF YOU KN–….. ugh just go do it.”

EVERY. DAMN. TIME.

Like, if you know what should happen, just ask for it.

Lunchtime:
I gave her two chips, one for each hand and then…
Haley: “Mommy? I finished both chips.”
Me: “Yeah? And?”
Haley: “So…. Now what?”
Me: “DO YOU WANT SOMETHING? JUST ASK FOR ITTTT!”
Haley: “Oh. Yeah. Can I have another chip please?”

REALLY?!

I don’t know why, but it’s just one of those things…

Diabetes History

I love a good history lesson!

War On Diabetes

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We get so busy fighting Diabetes on a daily basis; battling to control a disease that effects millions of people world-wide, that we may never ask a simple question: When did it start?  If you are like me, Diabetes started when you were diagnosed.  It’s almost as if it never existed before that moment.

Oh, how wrong can we be?  I was doing a bit of research for another post, and came across what is essentially The History of Diabetes.  Okay, don’t yawn, yet.  You might find it interesting, too.

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Did you know that the first recorded case of Diabetes is from Ancient Egypt.  Yep.  Right there in the hieroglyphs dated to 1550 BCE a disease is mentioned that is strongly suspected to be Type 2 Diabetes.  Yeah – 1550 BCE.  Why that’s 3,564 years ago.  We have an ancient disease.  It’s mentioned again in writings from India from…

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This hit way too close to home.

This hit way too close to home.

The title really says it all…

This was hard to read because its pretty much me, exactly. Makes me want to wake my kid up and just apologize for being a douche sometimes.

I think we all forget how much of an impact our ‘hard days’ have on the little ones who look up to us so much.

I know that I need to kind of get over myself a little bit and learn to better direct my stress and feelings about myself, and everything else. It definitely isn’t the kid’s fault.

Give it a read and a chance to sink in.

MomGyver (a tip)

Let me share a story since I’m awake entirely too late.

Yesterday, we were at my dad’s for dinner, a semi-usual thing for a Sunday night. Harper must have sensed an ill packed diaper bag and decided it was a wonderful time to go through a diaper and then have an awful one after that. Now, normally, this isn’t a bog deal. I mean… babies poop, we’ve established this. So anyway. Mike tales her upstairs to change this mess (I really am lucky that he changes diapers, feel free to drool, ladies).

That’s when it happened.

No wipes.

And then…

NO DIAPERS

Oh yeah. The no wipes thing was doable. Toilet paper works alright in a pinch. But no diapers was definitely a big deal. With a little inspiration, I came up with the idea to make a makeshift cloth diaper out of an old burp cloth from when the girls were babies (I actually used cheap, old school, cloth diapers as burp cloths!) and a spare pair of Haley’s (clean) underwear!

These are what I’m talking about. They are great for so many things!

Genius

So there you have it, a quick little tip for if (when) you find yourself in unexpected poo territory and you happen to be out of diapers. Cloth in underwear will (while not ideal by any means) work alright until you can get a real diaper.