wow. all i can say is, you have ALL helped me over the hump! my humble and heartfelt thanks. truly. we're in it together, eh? and as fluffy said to me the other day, "oh, well. i guess that's the way life is. sometimes i feel good and sometimes i feel bad."
yes, honey, that's the way life is. and when you grow up, you can blog about it and read the comments and hear from the people in your corner, those holding the sweaty towel and that fun squeezy bottle that sprays a stream of cool water.
now the one more thing:
i'm going through the perimenopause or whatever it is but it sure isn't the merry-menopause with its arrivals and departures and nary a phone call, just a popping in whenever it damn well pleases. as a consequence, i've lost track of my supplies and tonight i ran out of liners--gasp! yes, even in THIS house, the house of the mighty back ups, the house were my husband feels we're dangerously low on peanut butter when the one in the fridge is empty and he holds the new, unopened replacement from the cabinet in his hands.
i sort of snuck into Fluffy's room as he was preoccupied with putting his pjs on--something that always takes a lot of attempts, and i sort of lifted what i needed from his special stash of feminine hygiene products that is tucked inside his special cubby CHOCK FULL of all sorts of things no one is allowed to touch but him. and he saw me. and he said, mom, what's that? what's that you're taking? and i said, oh, er--honey, i'm taking one of these because i ran out and i really need one for tonight. and he said, oh, okay, mommy. (sigh) but i really wish you had asked me first.
chastened, i replied, of course! you're right! i'm sorry! i'll get some new ones tomorrow and i'll give you one to replace this. and he said, okay, but look, it has to be this one exactly, with the arms on front (they aren't arms but flowers that look surprisingly like dancing arms) and the wings, mommy, i need the ones with the arms on the outside and the wings inside and it has to be this size, this size and thickness exactly.
okay, honey, i said. i promise.
Fluffy always manages to make me smile somehow, what a funny guy!
Posted by: Lora | January 26, 2007 at 08:22 PM
So it's a good thing someone knows where the stash is!
Posted by: Kristina Chew | January 24, 2007 at 07:08 PM
HOOOhooHAHAHA!
Posted by: kim | January 24, 2007 at 04:00 PM
The kid cracks me up!
Posted by: candace | January 24, 2007 at 03:06 PM
Isn't he precious? Don't you just want to hug him? He reminds me SO much of Jill, my neice. The two of them will do great things, you watch.
Posted by: TSM-teriffically superiorily mediocre | January 24, 2007 at 03:08 AM
Oh Fluffy, you are soooooo cute and soooo funny!!! Sam has a special spot in his room for bathroom products as well. He has two drawers that he uses for his tissue. Okay, now I know this is gross, but it is funny how they think. He has clean tissue beside his bed on the ledge for night time. Then as he uses one, he puts it in the drawer for "wet tissue". After they dry, he moves it to the drawer below for the "dry tissue". Then, he places them back on the ledge as "clean tissue" (but really I try to confiscate and put truly new there). Because he doesn't speak very well always, it took us months to figure it out exactly, but only a couple days of me getting yelled at for taking them out and throwing them away because I thought they were dirty (and gross). I have since learned. I DON'T touch!!!
PS-Costco and Sam's Club carry those things you need in big bulk you know!
Posted by: Laura Cottington | January 24, 2007 at 01:26 AM