Things that make me go hmmmmm

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I don’t know about your home but at mine I’ve failed my kids in one department (only one, because in every other way they’re perfect). I’ve covered the basics and I’m confident these learned skills will take them far: brushing their teeth, washing their hands, eating their veggies, and exercising. Where I’ve failed them is in training them on how to replace the toilet paper.

Every morning as I make my rounds of shutting off lights in our house I have to replace the toilet paper. If it’s not the guest bathroom, it’s the girls’ bathroom or our master bathroom (Palo Alto has not been trained either). In doing so I started to notice that I was doing it with some frequency. So much so that I wanted to conduct a little experiment.

Any guesses as to what I’ve learned? The picture might give you a clue.

Three girls (all under the age of 14), myself and Palo Alto >>> we go through 19 rolls of toilet paper in a WEEK!! NINETEEN!!!! I mean, I know we’re girls and all and we like to be thorough, but 19??!! That might explain why we have the occasional stopped up toilets too.

Well, I worried about it for about 5 seconds (because that’s about all the time I have to worry about things that don’t involve massive amounts of blood from a child or mounting deadlines) then thought, one man’s stopped up toilet is another man’s treasure.

For anyone out there with stock in Cottonelle, you’re welcome.


Some poop with that shopping cart?

I’m going to put it out there for all of the internet to know.

I am a germophobe. Yes, when I go to the grocery store, I’m one of the few who will wipe down the shopping cart with the hand sanitizer and wipes they provide. I’m a proud germophobe. Why? Read on…

From the ParentDish web site,

A new study found E. coli on 50 percent of shopping cart handles in four states, showing it pays to be a germophobe at the supermarket.

Researchers at the University of Arizona are warning parents to wipe down their shopping carts after they swabbed the handles of 85 carts and 75 percent turned out to have a marker for fecal bacteria, MSNBC reports.

Taking a closer look, they found 50 percent of those handles had Escherichia coli (E. coli) along with a host of other types of bacteria.

Ewwww, I feel ill.

As if that’s not enough …

I dragged my kids to church this past Sunday and made a pitstop in the bathroom. Not so unusual, I mean we know every bathroom in every store or restaurant we ever visit here in Austin. We weren’t alone. There was someone else in the bathroom with us when we entered; she was already in her stall. 

Anyone with kids knows that bathroom visits are not quick. Anyone with 2 children under the age of 10 knows that bathroom visits are painfully slow.  By the time we’d washed up and were just about ready to head out our friend in the stall finished up. She popped out of her stall and … exited. My 2nd daughter and I exchanged one of those looks that only germophobes do (“Ewwww, did you see what I just saw?!) and grimaced in disgust.

Did I mention that she was one of the church greeters? The ones at the front door with the smiles on their face, distributing the church bulletin, and shaking your hand welcoming you in to our Sunday celebration?  

Uh huh.

That’s why I pack hand sanitizer, people. And wipes.

Baby oh baby

Popped onto one of my favorite blogger/photographer’s site, Donna Boucher. Her son and daughter-in-law just had their first baby.

Look at this baby…

Asher Max / Image rights - Donna Boucher

He just makes me want to pop out a few more. Heaven help me.

Asher Max / Image rights - Donna Boucher

Wish I had a baby around to care for. A niece, nephew, close friend’s baby. Everyone’s gone and gotten old and closed up shop. DAMN.

To my daughters

Spotted this in a cute little boutique called Gracie’s in downtown Galveston this past weekend. It’s a beautiful piece that had I somewhere to put it I would have considered buying it. (For those of you interested, it’s about 32″ X 32″ and $49.50.)

As you all know, I have 3 girls. Reading this made me tear up.

What else could you really wish for them?

Wouldn’t hurt if he’s ridiculously wealthy. I’m just saying it wouldn’t hurt!!!!

Mr. Mom

This is apparently an old song. As in, 2006 old. I’d never heard it before until this past weekend when we were in Galveston at Schlitterbahn. (Fun, but too many people in one space for my comfort. And I don’t really care much for barely naked people banging into me in a “lazy river”. It’s never Brad Pitt or Alexander Skarsgard banging into me at Schlitterbahn. No. Just some ginormous man with boobs and a carpet on his back. )

I was sitting it out with my friend’s daughter who had freaked out on one of the rides and happened to hear this song over Schlitterbahn’s sound system. I couldn’t help but smile at some of the lyrics.

Pampers melt in a Maytag dryer
Crayons go up one drawer higher
Rewind Barney for the fifteenth time
Breakfast, six naps at nine
There’s bubble gum in the baby’s hair
Sweet potatoes in my lazy chair
Been crazy all day long and it’s only Monday
Mr. Mom

Football, soccer and ballet
Squeeze in Scouts and PTA
And there’s that shopping list she left
That’s seven pages long
How much smoke can one stove make
The kids won’t eat my charcoal cake
It’s more than any maid can take
Being Mr. Mom

We were very fortunate in that one of us was able to stay home with the girls. In our case it was Palo Alto who was Mr. Mom for quite some time.  I consider myself, and my girls pretty lucky. He was a great Mr. Mom. He was never the kind to just plop them down in front of the television. He always had some fun things planned for them to do whether it was at home, with playmates, with his Dads group, or some new adventure.

Of course now that they’re older, we just want to plop them down in front of the television without any interruptions.

I kid! (Sort of.)

The song is sweet and a reminder that being a stay-at-home parent is HARD, SO HARD, whether you’re Mom doing it or Dad. It’s the hardest job on earth, and the most rewarding, though that’s hard to fathom when cleaning the kitchen for the twelfth time in a day, or a diaper almost as often.

Thank you to all you moms and dads out there who do an amazing job, day in and day out.