Hot Totty Tuesday is cancelled! (This week.) Mainly because I thought I’d always have time on Mondays to get something together.
I WAS WRONG. Play this video as background music while you finish reading the rest of this post. Everybody loves a good 80′s jam.
I was super busy being a Mom today. Usually, I get some time during naps to get important stuff like blogging done. Today, Aidan was napping in my arms. And the only other nap he had was 20 minutes. And I washed bottles. For the whole 20 minutes.
Not to mention, my sensitive-pants boy is getting red stuff on his cheeks. I don’t know what the “stuff” is. Maybe a milk sensitivity, maybe eczema, maybe nothing. Hopefully nothing.
So there’s a little insight into our lives this Manic Monday. (I write to you the day before, you read it the day after. It’s like old fashioned mail.) Ozgur had a week off, so I got spoiled with an extra set of hands and nap arms around. But he’s back to work, and so am I!
Let me just share with you the highlight of my weekend:
My husband cleaned our bedroom and bathroom Saturday. Now I don’t know if your bedroom and bathroom is like our bedroom and bathroom, but ours is literally the last thing that gets our cleaning attention. Primarily because if we aren’t sleeping, we aren’t in there. And secondarily because no one sees our bedroom when they come over (thank goodness).
And I don’t know if your laundry habits are like my laundry habits (I doubt it), but even clean laundry has a hard time getting put back in its proper place. Let’s be clear – the dirty always makes it to the hamper. But the clean clothes, and particularly the I-wore-it-once-and-Aidan-didn’t-spit-up-on-it-so-I-should-probably-wear-it-again clothes, they start to take over the room after a while.
So when the hubs said he was going to clean the room and bathroom, I was in heaven. Grandma Turkey (that’s his mom – my mom is Grandma America) had the baby Saturday, so I got to work out. And afterward, I got to come upstairs to a clean bedroom, shower in our clean bathroom, smell the pledge-dusted furniture and bask in the glory that I didn’t have to lift a finger. Except put away my clean clothes. Sweet deal.
There was a minor casualty while Ozgur was waging war against our neglected bedroom. In an incident with the vacuum, he accidentally sucked up my favorite thong. Okay, favorite thong is an oxymoron. I’ll rephrase.
He accidentally sucked up my least uncomfortable thong.
So I said to the vacuum, “Honey, you can keep that thong. Small price to pay…”
I even thought about offering up my (truly) favorite granny panties that Jenny McCarthy told me I should definitely invest in while pregnant. But I’m not quite done with those yet…
Manic, Thong-less Mommy
P.S. Thanks to those starting to leave comments! I love getting them. And to those of you who visit, but don’t leave comments, side-eye. Start. ASAP. What was the best part of YOUR weekend?