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The Cleaning Lady Did It

First I need to clarify two quick things.
1. Yes we have a cleaning lady. Between the hours we both work and the other responsibilities around here I thought we could use some help around the house every other week.
2. This blog has become sort of a confessional of sorts.

So day two of daddy duty this week turned out to be another adventure of “crazy things that can only happen to us.”  Yes, I forgot to pack the banana, pineapple, strawberry mixture with his oatmeal… but that was an easy solution… wait to get home to feed the little man.

Bigger problem… get the bottle all ready for the next time Jax is ready to eat… done, warmed up and left right on the counter for easy access right after nap time.  NAP TIME OVER… “WHERE THE HELL IS THE BOTTLE??!?!”  “Ummm… Fabreasha… did you see a bottle on the counter?”

“Yes, the bottle?  Yes, I washed it.”

… and that was that… the cleaning lady cleaned it.  She literally did her job… we asked her to clean things and she cleaned it.  6oz of deliciousness for Jax and it now was making its way through the pipes downtown somewhere.

I’m not sure if anyone knows this but microwave does not respond favorable (actually it doesn’t respond at all) to a human screaming, “HURRY UP AND DEFROST!!!”

The only good news to come out of this… I didn’t do it…

The cleaning lady did it.

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OCD on December 26th

As I sit here (finally) after six
hours of cleaning I am reflecting on how having a child completely changes your outlook on everything. First of all i really actually… For the first time ever completely and utterly did not care about one present or gift for myself.

I never really cared how much or what I got or was given, but it’s still cool opening your gifts and seeing what people thought you’d like. Plus it’s always nice to open something you really, really have been dropping hints about, but would probably never buy for yourself…

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And then there is the mess… This is an OCD’s W.O.R.S.T. Nightmare. There is literally STUFF everywherrrrrreeeeeeee!! I didn’t even see half of this stuff yesterday. Who the hell bought my son a freaking toy toaster!?!! Who bought him this creepy bear (that looks like Ted’s evil brother) that plays peekaboo with a handkerchief? As an aside Jax apparently loves making toast and playing peekaboo considering he’s been giggling at both of those toys all morning.

There is more cardboard in this room than at a baseball card manufacturing plant. The amount of wrapping paper and tape that is still stuck to every piece of furniture and the wood floor is extraordinary. Plus I’m not one to keep 657 snowmen decorations up too long after Xmas. It looks like Frosty threw up all over our first floor!

Time to get some of this organized! (I wish I got a cleaning lady for Xmas!)

Tree stays. Mantle stays. Other crap… Peace out ✌️