Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Hot water heater vs. laundry detergent

Hmmm, is it bad if my kids' skin is drying out.

Why, you might ask?  First see my post entitled "The Childproof Diaper".  Then take a wild guess at what I'm referring to.  After every nap, I walk in their room to find a barenaked Queso, a poop smeared crib, another poop smeared crib, dirty sheets, and really happy kids.  As my eyes survey the disastrous scene, I go on a wild chase to find the dirty diaper before they do.  You almost have to go into another room to half laugh and half cry over the situation.

Good thing Dust is home today, he took clean up duty today, and I took bath duty.  It makes it real interesting when I'm trying to do it all on my own!

Our water bill is skyrocketing out of control.  With the amount of baths that my kids are getting, and the number of times I wash their sheets, it's getting ridiculous.  I am currently debating between buying stock in hot water heaters or laundry detergent.  I would single-handedly raise market points.

Buying stock would be a nice option, except that we may just go broke buying laundry detergent alone.  Yikes. 
I wash their sheets so much, they're getting holes in them.  They're so faded they don't even match the room anymore.

Can you guess who this lady represents?

An exhausted me!!

And it's a wonder why I'm debating on potty training him!!

Thursday, November 4, 2010

The childproof diaper

If the invention isn't out there and isn't illegal, I will be rich.  Good night, do I need one of those.

As I do every night, I checked in on Grapenut and Queso to make sure they're breathing, sleeping, and not too warm/cold.  I snuck in their room and peered in on Grapenut (her crib is first) and noticed there was a diaper laying on her... don't judge how long it took me to realize it wasn't hers, because I stared at that thing for quite awhile.

Then I look in Queso's crib.  Buck naked and sleeping like a baby with his knees tucked in and his bare bum stuck straight in the air.  Hilarious!

But it also had me curious what was to come.  Up until now he hasn't cracked the code of the diaper's velcro straps.  And he still hasn't.  He slid it off.  Thank my lucky stars there was no poo.

Except that today there was.

I look in his crib: nakedness.  I look in Grapenuts: nothing seemingly abnormal.  I get Queso out only to see smears of a brownish substance smeared on the back rungs of his crib (which, when understanding that their cribs are back to back) puts a pang of worry into my already faster beating heart.  Then I see smears on her crib.  Then I see a diaper in between the cribs on the ground.  Then I see the smears all over her mattress pad and clothes.  AND ONLY THEN do I see the little poo nodules strewn haphazardly throughout their room.

Oh what a lovely sight that was.  And you can't really vacuum it up (I'll let you use your imagine on that one).  Yuck.

I am just dreading the day it's not solid....

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