It's All In The Preparation

"A" gets out of school every day at 2:05. Then she has tutoring until 3:30, at which time I pick her up.

This means, of course, that SJ's preferred napping time is from 1:30 to 4:30.

Houston, we have a problem.

I have tried to get him down at 12:30, but he isn't interested. I try to keep him up, but that doesn't work either.

Yesterday, he fell asleep at two. He had just exited the bath and was wearing nothing but a towel. He sat on my lap for two minutes and that was it.

I put him on the bed in his towel while I did some laundry. I wasn't sure how to approach getting him in the car.

If I woke him up to put a diaper on him, he was going to scream bloody murder for half an hour. If I just popped him in his car seat naked, he was going to be quite cold.

So I warmed a towel in the dryer and lined his car seat with it. While I was lining the car seat, I had a blanket heating in the dryer. I pulled it out just before I grabbed him then quickly transferred him to his seat. He was getting ready to yell until I wrapped the warm blanket around him.

Then his eyes closed. Phew. I felt so clever, well except for the fact that I was driving down the road with a naked child.

I didn't want to get pulled over and end up on the FBI's most wanted list for transferring nude children over county lines or something similar.

We didn't get pulled over, thank goodness. He did wake up when we got home but I only had to hold him for twenty minutes and the tantrum was averted.
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My throat is scratchy and getting worse. I am not allowed to get sick. My body had better listen to my brain. No getting sick. After this blog entry, I have a date with the Zicam.
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I linked three more blogs today. Html and I are not buddies or I would have done it sooner.

I linked up Ms. L. She is a home-schooler who still maintains a sense of humor and her sanity. She lives in British Columbia and, if you get lucky, she might post a recipe for you.

I also linked up Lisa. She is also a home-schooling mom with a sense of humor. If you read her profile, you will particularly enjoy her answer as to what kind of statue would represent her.

Last, but not least, I linked up Mary Poppins. She is the mother of a three-year old. She just started blogging at the end of January. I haven't seen anyone else posting at her sight which is too bad, because she's funny. If you go over and post, you can say you knew her before she got famous.

The phone rang twice while I was laboriously typing out all this html. One of the calls was friend "S". Her calls are getting closer and closer together. I feel like a coyote stuck in a trap. I want to chew off my freaking leg to escape the pain.
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I was really torn on today's gross fact. Would I do bugs or poop? Poop won!

This is from page 177 of my "Oh Yuck" book.

This portion referred to the Middle Ages.

"You know those moats that circled the castles? There's another reason the`y kept invading armies out. Yup, you guessed it. They doubled as a giant toilet.

Those were dark times, the Dark Ages. For those 900 or so years in Europe, people pooped and peed in pots kept near their beds, called CHAMBER POTS. When they were filled to the rim, some lucky person would walk over to the window, and shout "gardez l'eau!" (garday low), which means "watch out for the water." The French, being polite, invented the expression, but the English picked it up and mispronounced it as "gardy loo." (To this day a toilet is called a "loo" in England.) The only problem with this polite warning is that it was shouted out at approximately the same second the pot's contents were landing in the street. You had to walk fast and carry a big umbrella in those days."

I would have had so much fun emptying those chamber pots. "Look ou....Oh sorry!" Snicker.