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Buying a comb

My husband turns to me the other day and says "I think we should get Meg a comb, it'll be better for her fine hair, you know a wide kind of one"

To which I looked at him in bewilderment.

He said "why the look?"

I said: "I don't know, I am kind of busy working, and monitoring how many chemicals are going into their bodies as well as when their next doctor appointments are, when homework and special projects are due as well as class trip funds. When I am not doing that, I am watching how many times they poop per week and if it's low I give them more fruit. Add to that the inventory my head monitoring how many diapers are left, how many wipes are left and if we can make it to Friday with the clean clothes we have on hand. So, maybe you can pick up a comb?"

I'm just saying.....

Last night I had the strangest dream

The economy, house foreclosures, my job security, my husband's job security and Kindergarten, have all been weighing on me lately and coming out in my subconscious.

Last night, I had a dream that I was in Kindergarten but I was Meaghan, and someone came into the room unannounced and the teacher kind of let this person speak.

This seemed totally unplanned by anyone, and the teacher had certainly not prepared us for this.
It turns out this person was handing out pink slips, quite literally, they called the kids names and made them leave Kindergarten. Kids were crying, it was a mess.

Skidmarks

This morning, like every morning, was stressful and down to the wire on timing.
Seems like no matter how hard I prep the night before, with two kids, anything can and will happen.

Meg went to the potty after she was already dressed. She had on clean underwear from the night before, so I just changed her out of her pjs and into  her school clothes.

Now, she tends to have a little problem with wiping, so sometimes I assist.

Today was no different. She peed, started wiping and I was assisting,  when we both noticed her underwear seemed discolored in a skidmark kind of way.
Well I bent down an stuck my head in there to get a better look because god damn it, I know I am a good wiper and I am especially a good shit wiper, in fact I have been known to do a wet wipe and follow up with a dry wipe to make extra sure knowing all the while that an underwear change would also set us back.

But no, it was just a stain from when her father was watching her and didn't wipe her, so though a tad gross, the coast was clear,  and we went about our day.

Nothing like some good skidmark assessment to start a Thursday!