Why the book?

So, we went to HomeGoods (after a boycott of 1 1/2 years.. long story)

Anyways.

I was in need of rugs. ¬†My mom swore to me that HomeGoods had a million, because she was there yesterday. ¬†There is a certain rug that I prefer, and it is only found at HomeGoods/TJ maxx/Marshalls. ¬†I’m sure you understand my issue¬†because they don’t always have the set you need in color/sizes.

While heading to the rug section, we pass through the children’s section. ¬†Months ago… when she was younger, we could walk through and she didn’t blink at the bright, shiny toys. ¬†NOT ANYMORE!

The children’s section is like a kid¬†magnet.

I indulge her a bit, and because of her book obsession.. ¬†that is the item we will bring home. ¬†You would think husband and I would be happy that she loves books. ¬†The problem is that neither of us like to read…. Tragic.

I allow her to choose the book/I choose it for her.

We are cutting it close to nap, and as any mother knows that is the holy grail of the day.

So we get rugs and books, and I load her into the car.

Conscious of nap time, I decide to give her a book. ¬†I’ve done this before, and it has always worked out. ¬†She started¬†cheering “book book book book book”, and I became instantly confident in my cleverness.

Off we go, and I’m praying for her to wait until home for the nap.

The NAP… The NaP… tHe nAP… the nap…¬†

I swing into the driveway, and jump out hoping she is awake.

There she is… Awake… And eating the fucking book.

UHHHHHHH

The inner germophobe realizes the germs associated with that…

She has little particles of ink, dyed paper around her entire mouth.  She went ham on this book for sure!!

What was in the dye? ¬†Is it toxic? ¬†UHHHHH my mom would smack me, and say that I ate books too… it’s no big deal… I survived.

I can’t help it that toddlers gross me out. ¬†Why would you eat a book? ¬†Sometimes you reject my delicious food… I don’t get it. ¬†Gross.

 

 

I am cHeAp.. well, kinda.

Ok, I admit it… I love bags and shoes… and baby clothes and shoes… and all the luxuries this society has; however, I am cheap about the stupidest stuff.

Why do I need to pay $3+ for cleaning products that I go through like water?

Water you say?

YES!!

The majority of the cleaning product is H2O… who would’ve thought?

That shit is free!!

So here you go, I cut out some of the work by giving you my 4 favorite cleaners!!!    What do you need for these cheap magic cleansers?!?!

-Isopropl Alcohol
-White vinegar
-Hydrogen peroxide
-Castile soap
-Cornstarch
-Dishwasher rinse aid

Thats it.

To be honest, I didn’t go buy the spray bottles¬†to make these… I used up what I had and repurposed that shit. ¬† This way no one asks me what is what.

I could see husband using that as a reason not to clean something “I can’t tell what is what in all those weird containers you have…”

Anyways!!!!

This is no joke. ¬†I wanted them in a convient place I could find easily too… Enjoy, and go clean your house… that shit is dirty.

Granite Cleaner

1/4 cup of isopropl alcohol
1 TBL spoons of Castile soap 
(not the lemon)
*Fill the rest of the bottle 
with water (2-3 cups)

Glass Cleaner

1/4 cup isopropl alcohol 
1/4 cup whited vinegar 
1 TBL Spoon cornstarch 
*Fill the rest of the bottle 
with water (2-3 cups)

After Shower Cleaner

1/2 cup of hydrogen peroxide
1/2 cup of isopropyl alcohol
1 tsp Castile soap
1 TBL dishwater rise aid
*Fill the rest with water 
(2-3cups)
After your shower, rinse surfaces 
with hot water, and spray lavishly.

Floor Cleaner

1-2 tsp Castile soap
*Fill the rest of the 
bucket up with water

Today I wanted to do nothing…

I think this happens to everyone.  That magical day when you lay around and do nothing.  No cleaning. No cooking.

Nothing.

Before my tiny human, I would get this “nothing” day every couple months or so… I haven’t had a nothing day in at least 1yr 2 months and 13 days.

Today is the day!

After, breakfast… Mommy & me… Swimming.. Lunch… I’m going to do NOTHING!

Of course “nothing happens like I plan.

The dishwasher needs to be emptied, clothes need to be washed, and I have to figure out dinner, because I escape from my house for 2hrs this evening.

Yes, escape…

It sounds terrible, because I am thankful to stay home with the little dictator. ¬†But let’s face it… A person can only hear “mama mama mama mama mama” so many times a day for continuous days without ¬†going mad.

I now know why my mother was so nuts when I was young.  She had three of us.  I think my sanity is going after 1.

So, fuck it. ¬†I don’t feel bad. ¬†I’m going to do something today, and then escape. ¬†If all is right with the world, the little nugget will be in bed when I get home.

Maybe tomorrow can be my nothing day.  Probably not, but I never lose the faith!

Well, well, well… It happened

Seems ironic that my last post was about feces and today…

It happened.

She shit in the tub. 

Of course, today is the day I need to clean my whole house. ¬†It seems appropriate that I sterilize all her bath toys as well. ¬†Like I didn’t have enough to do, and my little darling decided she did not need her first nap.

We” are about to have the first nap; however, that does not mean I will be laying my happy ass down too. ¬†I will run around like a lunatic trying to clean and prep dinner in whatever amount of time the tiny dictator allows.

I knew this was bound to happen… But why did it have to be today?

I must go scoop baby dissolved shit from the tub ūüôä

Happy Monday

I always smell poop

If you have a child in diapers, odds are you’re always smelling for poo.

Never in my life did I imagin how focused I would be on the poo poo.

Did she poop? How big? How many times?

It’s tragic.

Now, she’s a little over 1, and I swear I always smell shit.

Does this go away?  Will my nose return to normal?  Will I forget to think about the tiny humans bowel movements?

I freaking hope so!

I know husband finds me insane for how often “I swear I smelt something”. ¬†I’m just praying for the day I can go back to how things were… When I never discussed any sort of disgusting poo. ¬†The days I never thought of singing poopy songs, or celebrating potty time.

It’s unpleasant to be so consumed with bodily functions, but now I must go…

Doody calls

I bet he thinks I do this shit on purpose

I’m having a great morning… Driving along in nicely flowing traffic… Singing to the radio…

*I go to set my coffee back in the cup holder, and the fucking thing leaps out of my hand and splashes everywhere*

Now, if you’ve ever spilt anything in the car, you know how the droplets find their way across every inch of your car. ¬†You literally find the spill for weeks to come.

Well, “this can’t happen” is all I can think. Husband spent literally the WHOLE day cleaning the cars. ¬†(Like, he even used a blower to blow out the rugs and crap).

“fuck fuck fuck”¬†is all I can say, while my 1yr old sings “mama mama mama mama mama” in the back.

Do you think I have napkins in the glove box?

No!

I scramble… I pull my back reaching for the baby changer at the red light. ¬†Then I do further damage to myself as I frantically wipe up my mess.

This is the first time I’m thanking god for a baby in diapers! ¬†Aw, baby wipes… Saver of baby butts everywhere and now the saver of mommy’s freaking mess!

I swear that husband must think I fuck shit up on purpose. ¬†I know he thinks I drive through puddles on purpose, and now this. ¬†Shoot me in the face… Happy Monday!

Why the fuck do I sleep on the couch?!?

I mean, seriously… It’s not nearly as comfortable as my bed.

Of course I fall asleep on the small couch, so my body is just tangled in the most uncomfortable position possible. ¬†Nothing is supported… and for this woman who¬†always wears a bra.. This bitch needs support!

You know the situation… Maybe you’ve had a couple drinks, a “happy hour” of sorts… ¬†you’re watching tv and you feel very… Very… VeRy…VEEEERRRRYYY Comfortable.

you close your eyes.. only for a second. ¬†“Contacts are just dry” you tell¬†yourself

husband – “are you falling asleep, already? Go to bed!”

Already? No… I mean, I’ve only been a slave to a tiny, demanding human all day. ¬†I’m not tired. ¬†I’ve played kitchen 15times and done the real kitchen duty like 5 times. ¬†I’m definitely pumped full of energy,¬†and trying to keep this party going.

But seriously, my contacts are just dry… I’m going to close my eyes for a second to recharge, and I’ll get up.

I know I’m lying to myself…but I’m sooo comfortab…le…

*smack*

Next thing I know, it’s 2:39am, and I have a neck, back, leg, arm, face ache. ¬†This is mainly because I’m old… ¬†The 25 year old, childless version of myself would’ve been fine. ¬†She would’ve got up, gone to bed, and slept till 10am. ¬†Not me, I drag myself from the couch, like a limp,¬†wounded animal and slowly make my pitiful way to bed.

fuck me, I did it again. ¬†I thought “just for a second” and now I’ll only get 2-3 more hours of decent sleep… and that’s assuming I fall asleep before the snoring begins.

Fuck, I slept on the couch!!!

goodbye sleep.  I obviously never liked you (tear)