So, in the past 2 months, my dog as eaten my used tampons, my cat has strewn them about the floor to use as toys, and my son has taken one I was about to use and demanded I give it to him because he wanted a period.
Yesterday, my husband told me he had some bad news. Somehow, an almost brand new box of tampons that was on the floor next to the shower ended up IN the shower. Which was on.
How the fuck that happens, I'll never know.
He said he hoped I could still use them.
I'm both cheap and environmentally friendly. They are the kind in the paper wrapper with cardboard tube. You know, products that ABSORB WATER.
So yeah, no, not so much with them being usable still.
SERIOUSLY?????? IS NOTHING SACRED? The inhabitants of my house need to leave my tampons alone. My vagina needs them.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
The "I'll Never Get To It Again!" incident
Today, I had to get some glue dots out of my scrapping stuff. Which is buried in my son's closet. And I do mean buried. Like, under a push-toy, basketball toy, stack of grocery sacks, and bag full of cross stitch stuff.
I felt bad enough going through the toys. I didn't even know they were there. When I got to the cross stitch stuff, I totally teared up. It was just another thing I used to do and now will never get to again. Much like cleaning the raisins (or really old grapes?) out of my car, or sleeping. I will never do it again.
Sigh. Then again, I did, at one point, say I'd never drink vodka again (BAAAAAD night in college. Bad. Like, vomiting til 5 pm the next day, bad.), and this past summer, vodka and I reunited. Turns out reunited really does feel so good. So, maybe there's hope that someday I'll finish the cross stitch I started for my friend's kid. Who is now 1. And a half. Right after I figure out how the hell the mini basketball hoop ended up in the closet.
I felt bad enough going through the toys. I didn't even know they were there. When I got to the cross stitch stuff, I totally teared up. It was just another thing I used to do and now will never get to again. Much like cleaning the raisins (or really old grapes?) out of my car, or sleeping. I will never do it again.
Sigh. Then again, I did, at one point, say I'd never drink vodka again (BAAAAAD night in college. Bad. Like, vomiting til 5 pm the next day, bad.), and this past summer, vodka and I reunited. Turns out reunited really does feel so good. So, maybe there's hope that someday I'll finish the cross stitch I started for my friend's kid. Who is now 1. And a half. Right after I figure out how the hell the mini basketball hoop ended up in the closet.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
The Incidents Where I Drop Crap
Ummm, just call me bagklutzlady this week.
Yesterday, I spilt tea from my commuter cup on the carpet in my classroom. 2 hours later, I spilt some from a fresh back all over the tile in the back of my classroom. In between those two spills, I knocked over my bell, dropped like 15 pens, and knocked a box off a shelf.
Today I spilt tea from my commuter cup on the back table in my classroom. No less than 2 minutes later, I knocked my hip into the table and spilt more tea.
At this point, 6 students look back at me and, in unison, shout out 'AGAIN'?
Sigh.
I was relieved to get teach Jazzercise tonight knowing for most of the class, I hold nothing, and therefore could drop nothing. Luckily, I managed to stay on both feet the entire class. A minor miracle, no doubt.
Yesterday, I spilt tea from my commuter cup on the carpet in my classroom. 2 hours later, I spilt some from a fresh back all over the tile in the back of my classroom. In between those two spills, I knocked over my bell, dropped like 15 pens, and knocked a box off a shelf.
Today I spilt tea from my commuter cup on the back table in my classroom. No less than 2 minutes later, I knocked my hip into the table and spilt more tea.
At this point, 6 students look back at me and, in unison, shout out 'AGAIN'?
Sigh.
I was relieved to get teach Jazzercise tonight knowing for most of the class, I hold nothing, and therefore could drop nothing. Luckily, I managed to stay on both feet the entire class. A minor miracle, no doubt.
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