Whilst washing my hair in the sink this morning I started thinking about church, and that got me thinking about the potluck after church today, and that train of thought led me over the hill of self-pity that I had to feed two children solo since David works, before it pulled into the station of social conventions.
Which is a convoluted way of saying that I wonder just how inadequate my offering of chocolate chip cookies is. I was always told that the potluck rule is to bring as much food as your family would eat, because the idea is to switch foods, not eat something someone else brought. And I know that everyone always says "Oh don't worry there's always lots of food" but honestly someone has to bring this food of which there is lots. Today, though, it isn't going to be me. Last month's potluck saw me bring some sort of casserole thing, I think, and I feel like you should be able to switch between bringing a lot and bringing a little food. This month is chocolate chip cookies. It is what it is.
Plus, I saw you wince there when I said I was washing my hair in the sink. I'll have you know that if I leave my two children to fend for themselves for the amount of time it would take me to have an actual shower, they will destroy something. And cry a lot. And no I don't want to bring the baby into the bathroom in her carseat so don't suggest that. And no the toddler won't sit and talk to me while I'm in there either. And don't suggest that I shower at night, either, because if I go to bed with wet hair I wake up looking like...well, let's just say I couldn't go out in public without a hat. And no, I don't own a hair dryer.
Plus, washing your hair in the sink is so nice because the water is close to your scalp and you get a little massage.
I'll leave you with two more things to ponder.
1) Could I make a play kitchen out of a television hutch as easily as everyone says I can. 'Everyone' being, of course, Pinterest.
2) Is making gourmet baby food a hipster thing to do? Or is it a very hipster thing to do?
1 comment:
Hah. When I shower now I either have someone else there to watch the children, lock Thomas in his crib, Nat on th ecompuer, and the babies in a plaype, or put on a video for the boys during baby naptime and pray the boys don't destroy anything while showering REALLY FAST.
This is why 'an intimate shower' now means at least one other person to watch the kids and without any children coming in to check up on me.
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