Anyone who has met me knows that little things like smashed pillows on the sofa, crumbs on the counter, water spots on the faucet fixtures, crooked picture frames and dust bunnies don’t bother me at all. So what I am about to tell you may shock you. I few days ago ran out of crack, I mean Klean n’ Shine, a cleaning product from the 70’s that is so toxic it foams at the mouth but I can not stop using it because it cleans EVERYTHING and doesn’t streak and F you planet, I do a lot for you already, I LOVE KLEAN N’ SHINE. Anyway, I felt the can getting low and made a note to pick up a new can or 10 at the only remaining retailer brave enough to carry this cleaner, Star Market. I grab my cloth bags, see, I told you planet, and head for the market. I make my way directly to the cleaning aisle and scan the usual area only to find that there is no Klean n’ Shine. I try to remain calm but when I see that there isn’t even an empty spot where it is supposed to be, or a tag marking its old spot...
" Don't call it a comeback, I've been here for years." Gotta love L.L, right? In all seriousness though, I HAVE been here the whole time you guys. I've been right here wanting to write, needing to write, thinking about writing and well, not writing. I jot notes down in my phone and on little slips of paper thinking that will be a great thing to write about when I find the time but guess what, there is NO TIME! Like none, like I don't even know how I find the time to blink most days. There has been no time and there will be no time so I have no other choice but to make time. Concept, right? I recently heard someone much wiser than I say," instead of saying, I don't have time for that, say that is not a priority right now." It's so true. Life is busy! Nobody just has time. Granted I had a shit load more time before I had two children but I digress. When something is a priority we make time. And I'm going to try to make t...
Every mother knows that going out in public with a baby brings on an outrageous amount of unsolicited advice from obnoxious well meaning strangers, but what's up with all the questions? Oh my goodness...the QUESTIONS!! Does he use a pacifier? Are you breastfeeding? Why are you still breastfeeding? Does he sleep through the night? Is he in his own bed? Why isn't that baby wearing a hat? It's cold. Boy or girl? Is he a good baby? Are you just so in love? Why do you hold that baby so much? You will spoil him. Are you kidding me!? Now, I understand that most people just like babies and are trying to strike up casual conversation so they can touch my baby with their questionably clean hands and tell me to enjoy every second, BUT some of these questions rub me the wrong way. Perhaps it is because of the "kind" of baby I have and perhaps it is because I just don't have the answer they are looking for. Does he use ...
oh you are getting cuter and cuter, little man!!
ReplyDeletehe may look like ryan but he sure has your expressions! That middle photo is a classic annie face.. whatever that means!
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