Spit Up and Take Notice
Elisabeth spit up on me for the first time today. I haven’t had another human being spit up on me since my Confirmation, so the events of earlier today came as a peristaltic stroll down memory lane. The strange thing is that I didn’t mind, not really. It’s absolutely true; when it is someone you care about all other concerns just kinda fade into the background. Not that I want to make of habit of this, mind you.
I should also point out that Patty & I have used more laundry stain remover in the last week than we have in the preceding six years. (I won’t say the brand name, because it’s not like they’re going to send a complimentary 5-gallon drum for the laundry room.)
Speaking of laundry; at the risk of bragging about something horribly pathetic, I am becoming quite the laundry Jedi around here. Sure, all of the websites I visited suggested that in order to relieve stress and catch some zzz’s, we’re supposed to let the laundry wait. You know, just let it sit there, mocking me. OK, but when exactly is this stuff supposed to get done? Do you have any idea how stressful a big honkin’ pile of laundry is? Besides, a lot of the new laundry I’m doing represents a veritable bio-hazard, so yeah, I’m gonna go ahead and hop to it.
The dirty dishes can rot in hell, of course.