taking care of the important stuff

Apr 24

Posted by: Rachel in: blog, caleb isaiah, current events, cute things kids say, just another day in paradise, me myself and i, memories, parenting, things you never wanted to know, who wants to read this?

I am sitting on the floor in our new house. We have no furniture here, no refrigerator, food, or soap. But we have internet! I’m all impressed with our new TV service. It has been two years since I’ve had cable. We are a mile outside city limits where we currently live. ONE MILE. And we have to get DirecTV. Time Warner only comes to the first few houses on our road. Just the ones that could spit and hit the city limits sign. As for the rest of us who could ride our bikes to spit on the sign…we’re stuck with dumb old satellite that goes out every time a bird craps in the southern skies. I have joined the 21st century with a DVR. How much do I love this thing? Just go ahead and ask me. I love it. I LOVE it. Seriously. I had no idea I could just hit rewind when I missed that important part on a show. What’d he say? Oh let me just rewind my TV. How much do I wish we had this when Caleb was a baby? We nearly had wars over who had to go check on him while The Shield was on, since he woke up every fifteen minutes until he was 2.5. Okay not really, but close. And no, I wasn’t neglectful. Is one hour a week asking too much?

I went to the bathroom earlier. Hey there’s something you wanted to hear, right? You knew you came here to read my blog for some reason! Anyway, it was only after I had gone that I realized that there was no TP in that bathroom. Since my loyal companion was by my side, I asked him to go in the other bathroom and get me some toilet paper. He came running back with a balled up piece the size of a Kleenex. “Mommy’s going to need a little bit more, this isn’t even enough to wipe your tiny little heiny.” It seems toddlers do not understand implied sarcasm. I asked for a ‘little bit‘ more, and that’s just what I got. Half a piece of 1/8th ply toilet paper the size of his fingernail when crumpled in the fluffiest manner possible. Previously, I hadn’t wanted to ask for a lot because I figured I would have been brought half a football field’s length. “Okay, a lot more, I need a lot more,” I said. Apparently, these are the magic words that get you just the right amount, as he returned from his third trip with a nice fluffy pile, yet not enough to stop up the toilet. (I am thinking of my friend Lauren as I’m typing this…she has two toddlers…boys…and she has lots of fun potty stories )