-I can't STAND when lotion gets that little crusty bit that hangs off of the tip of the bottle if you don't use it for a while. I usually fling it on the wall. Between that, and some of you who might remember my hair on the shower wall capers, you all would probably decline to be my houseguest.
-Actually, crusty lotion cruising on the walls and hair in the shower notwithstanding, I'm kinda neat-freakish.
-Recently a wise woman told me, after I'd confessed I get a little jealous when Zee Baby magically transforms from crabby-pants to charming, beaming, arm-waving baby as soon as Zube Boy walks through the door after work, "Daddies get all the glory even though Mommies do most of the hard work. Get used to it." I've been mulling this over for a bit.
-Even though I break free from the restraints of Good Grammar quite regularly, I almost always know what rule I'm breaking and so to my mind, that makes it okay. I get thoroughly annoyed, though, when I'm unsure of a particular rule. But most often I can't be arsed to look it up. I just let it bug me.
Monday, June 30, 2008
A Little Bit of This and That
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4 Leg Humps:
I do the hair thing too, but I clean it off as I exit the shower. I think it's better to put it on the wall than have it get stuck in the pipes. There's a horrible image ingrained in my mind from when my father had to "snake" our shower drain after 18 years of five women sharing one bathroom.
I can't tell you how many years I have endured the grumpy kid who gets all sweet and wonderful when daddy comes in the door.
I just convinced myself that it wasn't daddy, it was just the new face because baby was bored of mine.
That made me feel better.
I thought of your hair rats last night. Our tub has been draining slowly and when Sweety pulled out the 2 pound hair wad, he stuck it on the wall and made me come get it.
Daddys are just awsome and rock. Mom's the solid, always there, clean the puke, wipe the nose, kind of parent. I long ago resigned myself to the roll of butt wiper, when my husband gets to be the ice-cream producer. I don't think that is very fair.
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