I'm dying to idols all around me. My idol to have clean children, a clean house, and to be clean myself. I think I took a shower on Sunday, but it might have been Saturday, I can't really remember. And I know I didn't participate in any hair removal during that particular shower, so who knows how long it has been since I have shaved. When I woke up this morning, I actually put the same clothes back on that I wore all day yesterday. Why not? I'm really hoping I can get to the gym today is what I tell myself to make it seem okay. And somehow I made it to 6:00pm yesterday with only consuming 3 cups of coffee and an apple. How is it that I still have weight to lose?
Emory slept without panties last night because there was not a clean pair to be found. I would have just turned the pair she had on inside out and put them back on her, but there were (ahem) good reasons not to. And, if I had put her in one of her brothers diapers, which I actually think would fit her, I would have added another year to the therapy I already know she'll be undergoing when she is 30. Hopefully the way I pulled her hair back for school today disguises the yogurt in her hair from breakfast yesterday. And the syrup smell from breakfast today might cover up any B.O. she has from not getting a bath after playing in a playplace and sweating profusely last night.
I'm pretty sure Ethan dirtied his diaper on the way home from dropping Emory off at school, but he was asleep and I have things to do (like blog!) so he's in the bed with an unchecked and unchanged diaper. I would have never done that to Emory. He'll be ok. Arbonne makes a great diaper cream.
For now I'm off the take care of the penicillin growing in the bathroom, make the beds, locate all the dirty burp clothes to wash (along with some Cinderella panties!) so I can stop using paper towels when I feed Ethan, and maybe, just maybe eat something.