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If you are my kids, and you see the bathroom door shut: Don't Come In! (Rule 18) What is it about my bathroom? You have one attached to your room, there's one in the hall downstairs. Don't barge into a closed bathroom door! Argh.
On a similar note..we went to the Fayetteville library today (since our Springdale books are due back, and I'm dyslexic/confused/busy). While I had Ethan looking at puzzles and Mary Claire was watching him, and I was looking for Mary Claire some books in the fiction section (out of the silly easy-reader section, away from her new favorite-magazines!) (since she asked me to look for her some books-I'm not Hitler)..anyway-I could hear their voices getting louder in the fairly quiet library. Finally I heard the word "underwear" really loudly, so I had to check it out! (and leave my favorite section: Beverly Cleary) I went back there, and Ethan is in the chair, and when I grabbed him to get him down, he put his hand behind his back like I was going to spank him, then told me he had to go potty! I took him (shoeless, and all-he took his new flip-flops off to get comfy in the puzzle section, FYI), then when I set him down on the toilet, he told me his underwear were still clean! I didn't think much about it (other than, Yay!..?), but then after we wiped him, and I had to wet toilet paper to clean off the sticky poopy (since the library's all *green* and they only use hand dryers), I saw poop in his underwear!! Uh--Gross! I had him step out of them, and I trashed them. There are few things I like less than poopy clothing (namely throw-up clothes and bedding), so they just couldn't come home with us. I mean, people would smell them eminating from my bag, and they'd be onto us.
So, I just pulled up his *clean* shorts, and we washed up (using that handy, dandy high-speed, save-the-environment-dryer!). When we were out in the library again, he said his pants were falling down (uh-oh, then they'd know for sure!), so I tightened up the little buttons inside the waist band (the smart suckers that invented them, are so rich! The Best Invention of the 2000's!), and he was fine.
I had to go upstairs to search the card catalog (which is gone now, BTW-it's just a computer. I knew that, but I didn't know what to call the computer-search-thingy, so I asked the reference librarian where the card catalog computer was-for adults-, and she told me, "Hunny, there is no card catalog anymore! It's all on computer!" Umm, yeah. So where is it?) Hopefully, she didn't smell any funny business. I had to look up some couples Bible study books, as I'm preparing (un-)last minute for my lesson I'm *leading* (not really, just telling people what to talk about), but I thought it'd be fun to have samples of couples' studies, and I'm hyper-active and like this kinda thing, you know, teaching? : )
So, then we had a snack at Arsaga's out front (I had the uber-scruptious Grasshopper Iced Coffee-and I'm still wired!), Ethan had a breakdown because I ordered him the wrong brown bread (silly me), and then we went by Springdale library to return the books I remembered to bring with me. We only forgot one Fayetteville book, and three from Springdale. Not too shabby.
Ok, I'm sure I've given you enough to think about/be thankful for today! I'm thankful for un-poopy days, brown bread, and the things I remember. Ahh-and these are the good days! : )
..always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. Ephesians 5:20
Two things:
1. Brown Rubbing Off My Neck. Ick. Not even as good as it sounds.
I was folding towels today in the laundry room (with my recently cleaned off counter!), when I realized why my neck was so sketchy looking this morning! (ok, as I'm proofreading, I realize I didn't make the towel/neck connection for you. I fold them in half then half again, then tuck the top under my neck as I fold it into thirds.) Yep, can't think of a better word. Back story/rewind: I choose not to go to tanning booths (although, I deeply crave/love them) since I had a :growth: taken off my right hip/back two years ago in January (getting ready for a great trip to Hawaii, I over-tanned). So. No more tanning, much to my chagrin. : P Anyway, back to the current day. I use this relatively inexpensive self-tanning moisturizer daily. I love it, I was looking really dark, it's easy. Until. Uh-umm. Until the last week. I've over-used? My knees were bad (read: dark) a couple of days ago, so I scrubbed them with a washcloth, and then they were worse. Very white knees, and dark legs, creepy. So, I laid on the lotion before bed, then reapplied in the morning. It seemed to work, but then this morning, I had a peel-y looking neck. Very gross (and I had a date tonight!). So, I rubbed it really hard (with a washcloth again-I even have a very nice scrubby mitt I got for $25 at a salon-but I still use a washcloth, more gentle?), and reapplied lotion. Have I not learned? I'm sure I'm back on the road to peel-y neck and dark knees, but it's my fate. Even with the pool, I don't live out there. And it's Hot. I don't like to sweat so much. : ) Especially when I can tan in the air conditioning, and not get skin cancer. So, I walk the peel-y, orange-y walk, but with healthy skin. I'll see you on the other side. In 70 years! : )
2. Clean Underwear
Have you ever been thankful that underwear came out of the dryer clean? I actually said a prayer of thanks today. I got a gift of folded underwear on the laundry room counter (again-because the counter was clean?) yesterday morning. I already knew the back (heehee, no pun intended!) story, but didn't want to throw them away, since they were brand new (we'd tried a new style, and these didn't have exposed, irritating elastic like his other underwear). So, contrary to my usual, toss-and-buy-new attitude, I threw them in the wash (without checking out the racing stripes inside). Thankfully, when I checked the inside today (after the dryer), they were beautiful (or handsome, as the case may be). So, I was thankful they were clean. Should I appreciate my detergent (Tide), or my great washer (Whirlpool-except mine is older now)?
Alrighty, hope you appreciate all the fancy links. : ) I gotta get to bed. Great date was had tonight, including PF Chang's and a movie (don't see I Love You, Beth Cooper, unless you are Prepared for it-full of language, sexual references, and more smut than the book : P ). I was shocked the movie was rated PG-13. What this tells me is that my thirteen year old will not even be allowed to see PG-13's! (ps-remind me in 4.5 years!)
Ok, and 3. Toothpaste (late entry)
Do you wet your toothbrush before you add toothpaste? Have you ever put toothpaste on your toothbrush only to discover it's Gone? I mean, MIA? I could not find the toothpaste chunk (glob?) I'd put on there to save my life, and I'm not crazy. Where does it go? The floor? The drawer? My hairbrush? My nightgown? I had to add more, and Where Is It? I'll find it all crusty and rubbery in a couple months when I don't want to find it.
I need fewer prayers today. Thanks, Mom! She's had the kids since yesterday afternoon, and I've been trying to get too much done. Somehow, it just seems like my load is lighter, so I'm making hay. I'm trying desperately to get that crazy pink room done! I have made a decision on drapes (tiny CheeR!), found a most beautiful silver lamp and shade at PB, progress is found. Laundry is almost caught up, got groceries last night at the coolest new WM-near Promenade/Pinnacle. Very posh. I mean for a Wal-Mart. : ) Ches called it a nice convenience store. It was small, but had all we needed. I guess at a WM price? I only spent $82, so is it a good deal?
I am sometimes (well, most-times) so proud of my littlest boy (and the others too). We were at PB, checking out, and he pulled his (extra) underwear out of my purse, and told the ladies, "My Underwear!" (well, more like "unnerwear") They just looked at me. Then, I did the tiny dance/explanation-he is potty-trained, I carry extra ones in my purse, he's proud. I think when they made the "Oh, they're extras!" conclusion, then they laughed/got quiet. I guess they haven't seen small children in a few years. I mean, I'd be cheering for someone else's kids if I found out they were potty-trained (and I have!). They are just beyond, and in another land. Ches and I tried our darndest (is that a word?) last night to remember exactly what Clay had looked like at Ethan's age. He was similar, but much less hair. We were so mired in the birth of Mary Claire (when Clay was 17.5 months), so she was growing up then too. It's hard to remember that far back, and to remember their face exactly. It's like I have a collage-view.
I've read that moms lose their memories of their tiny children on purpose, or more that it's God's Plan. Apparently we wouldn't have more if we remembered the pain/sleep loss/stress/hard days. I guess that's why we tell our friends how great babies are, and we are so excited for them when we find out they're pregnant! We have selective memories, and only remember the really great/special moments. I think it's a good plan, except when my mental hard drive seems to fail me, and I WaNt to remember things.
I requested that my bible study group pray for my memory, since that's my greatest problem right now. I am thrilled it's not a worse problem, but then again, if it was something else... I don't know if I could recall it. I want to remember my kids' names (instantly), remember where I'm going, remember what I was saying to someone, remember to register my kids for swimming lesssons (insert football, dance, baseball, science or girl scout camp here), take Mary Claire to gymnastics or to pay my Gapcard bill. I've installed all these tiny reminders, but they all fail me too. Lists, tabbed notebooks, indexed schedules, my calendar, and Yahoo reminders/emails. I even call and leave myself a message if something's coming up soon. Maybe God is working his Plan on me. He's leaving out the bad, and I'm only remembering the really good. Like I almost forgot Ethan had a peepee accident at Mom's yesterday (and the wet clothes are in a bag in the van).
