Welcome to my little ol' blog. I'll be upfront about it: I don't blog very often any more. If you found your way here because you read my book "Trailer Life," have a gander! But it's easier to keep up with me on Instagram or on my Facebook page. I have this long, drawn out theory on why I'm a terrible blogger, but that is a story for another day. Enjoy the ramblings of my life from the last 8 years or so.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
An Incident with Crystal Lite
You know when you make Crystal Lite, and you pour the powder into the pitcher, and some of the invisible powder particles fly into your nose and it burns a little, and you can kind of taste it in the back of your throat? NO? It's just me then. Anyway, this happens to me all the time, unless I remember to turn my head a bit. Well, imagine that burn up the nose because the contents of eight Crystal Lite packages were strewn into the air and onto the floor of your kitchen (which also happens to be my living room and dining room, living in the trailer and all...). Where was I? Who did this? I was showering. Something I don't get to do often enough, and this is why. I get out of the shower, still wearing my towel (the smell gets my curiosity) and when I open the door, Ed had poured out all the packets onto the floor, and was starting on my baby formula. It was not pretty, it was not fun, and it took four Swiffer moppings to get it all. AND Ed somehow sustained a cut on the top of his foot and kept saying "Oww! Oww! Mom! It hurts!"... the cut was bleeding just a little, but it was covered in Crystal Lite. Ouch. Whatever. I suppose I should try to arrange my showers when my kids are unconscious (becuase of sleep, of course). Some might say, "You should put that stuff up higher!" and don't you think I would if I could? It could've been worse- peanut butter for example (so sorry for that clean up Eliza)!