Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Brawny Should Make a Commercial About That

I am pretty confident in my mom-hood. I think I have good intuition, decent patience, and can almost always come up with an answer to a question (they aren't savvy enough to know when mom is conning them). When it's hungry, you feed it, when it needs cuddles, you cuddle it, when it throws-up you clean it up (then wash your hands), when it poops you change it, or wipe it, if you have a daughter that sits on the potty gagging because she is too grossed-out to do it herself, Lucky Me. However............When it poops in the bathtub, I'm stumped! I'll admit it, I sat there staring at the, we'll, call it Baby Ruth for Caddyshack fans, posing these questions. Do you?
A. Drain the water hoping it dissolves and mostly goes down the drain? No, what if it plugs the drain, then you've got bigger problems
B. Fish it out with some sort of wooden/plastic spoon? Admittedly, I just came up with this idea
C. Grab at it with toilet paper? No, given that it is designed to fall apart in water
D. Ignore it until your husband, who is less likely to gag, comes home and make him do it? Tempting, but very gross
So, I went with a revised version of C and used Paper Towels, hey, it's the quicker-picker-upper, but then I was faced with the dilemma of not being able to flush it down the toilet because Paper Towels are very likely (especially lots of them wrapped around a Baby Ruth) to plug the toilet. Then I would be faced with involving the above mentioned husband since we don't own a plunger. Only a snake will do for the contractor types. Instead I made a drippy mad-dash to the outside garbage.
After thinking this through, I have decided that the correct answer is B. We have a throw-up bowl and now we'll have a poop spoon too!

Monday, March 9, 2009

A Good Start

My new favorite day, OK morning, is Monday. It's the day Ryan, not too gently, kicks me out of bed to go for a run.
Most of you know I do not like to run in the A.M., in fact I generally lay in bed all night stewing about having to get up and run. So, what makes this so great? I get to go at 7 o'clock, not o-dark-thirty. And it's not even the run that is good, although today was spectacular. It started snowing these huge snowflakes and I could literally see that no two snowflakes are the same. Plus, you're actually more awesome (not an English major) when you run in the elements, because that makes you a little more crazy to be out there and people drive by you and think "what a stud." I know this because I drive by, associate with and am basically surrounded by crazy runner types.
Anyway, why Mondays are no longer Manic. Ryan gets the kids ready for school, which translates to, wait for it, I don't have to get the kids ready for school. I KNOW! You hear the angels singing too. I generally get home in time to put Isabel on the bus, and the feeling is euphoric for me. Because, you know how crazy it can get, even on the smooth days, there is still a bit of morning anxiety. But, to show up, kiss and love my kids and send them on their merry way, without the drama, it's good for my soul and hopefully, good for theirs too.
Thanks Ryan!