So Jonah and I are just sitting around the house today. He's asleep in his blue vibratey chair, and I'm ... well, you know what I'm always doing when I post.
And guess what? Dressing change is done for the day. My mom's out of school now, so yesterday, she suggested we try it on our own. And we did. And it went GREAT. So, we tried it again today. And it went well again. Woo-hoo! So if I can find enough people who are
Anyway, freedom to go and do is so nice. And I feel so much less stressed.
And now, back to Walmart. Ok, so besides just being overcrowded and kind of dirty feeling (I'm such a snob. I know how that sounds), I hate, hate, hate that the carts are all broken. That's my biggest thing about Walmart. Armed with hand sanitizer and disinfectant wipes, I could totally overlook everything else. But man, we went through three carts yesterday (cleaning each one as we went, daggoneit) before we finally just went with the third and gave up. And it was the WORST one. Jonah was bumping and shaking all the way through the store so badly, I was sure he wouldn't be able to fall asleep (although he did). But the cart was so loud and shaky, it was almost embarrassing. And I don't embarrass easily. (Except last night at Walmart when I was trying to get a box of Fudge Rounds off the top shelf, and it was really high up. And this fit jock looking guy was standing behind me, so I turned and asked if he could help me. He said, "You want the big box?" And I said, "Um, yeah. Of course. Is there any other kind?" And he just looked at me and got the box down. That was a little embarrassing.) But anyway, I could tolerate Walmart if it weren't for the stupid cart situation. SO. ANNOYING. You know how they make those reusable shopping bags? I want someone to make a fold up reusable cart you can take with you. That way, I'll always know I'm going to get a cart that works and won't wake
Just finished a Chick-fil-A lunch and wondering what to do with my afternoon, you know since I don't have to set up for dressing change and all. Did I mention I don't have to set up for dressing change?
Speaking of Chick-fil-A, July 10th is dress up like a cow and get free chicken day. So in the spirit of things, I have the plan to dress Jonah up like a cow: white bandages, smack on a white diaper, tape on some black spots. VOILA! Cow. Too bad we'll be at the beach. I'll have to scout out the closest Chick-fil-A. True, it's exploiting my own flesh and blood for free food, but it is, after all, Chick-fil-A. And although you guys would never support Jonah exploitation, if aforementioned cow escapades do occur, I'll be sure to take pictures. Not that you guys would ever support that.
Ok, well, off to do something OTHER than set up for dressing change. Oh wow. So many choices. Laundry. Dishes. Diaper stripping. Sweet tea making. Watching Roseanne. The possibilities are endless.