Stories from Our House

* Monday night there was a loud noise outside our front door. My husband, ever brave, grabs a hammer and heads out the dining room window...Um, our back door is broken so we use the window instead, that's a whole other story...
Turns out, it was just a cat in the garbage can. Good thing he had that hammer!










* Conclusive proof that my mind is not working.
Monday morning I started a load of laundry, Hot Wash, Cold Rinse AND then turned on the aforementioned horrible dishwasher to "wash" some dishes.
Then I got into the shower.
I am college educated by the way.
The shower started out tepid and ended up icy. I managed to wash and condition my hair, and nothing else. I felt like I was camping. It was horrible.
Elizabeth stood outside the shower and screamed for the whole two minutes I was in there freezing.
It was quite relaxing.



* Sunday afternoon Dylan had a diaper incident so fierce that I had to do a load of laundry. He was sitting in his bouncer seat. I heard a little "poot poot" and checked him, only to find his products spewing forth. The bouncer seat cover was soaked. I put him on my bed and opened up his clothes to discover product all over the inside of the clothes. I was screwed. He was screaming.
I resigned myself to a large load of poo laundry and just stripped him right there on my bed, getting product all over my fitted sheet. I used maybe 15 wipeys to clean him off and he still had to get right into a bath. It was heinous but he was lucky I was home and that he was not left alone with his daddy, who would have probably panicked and passed out.
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