Wowza. I’m glad it’s Friday. This has definitely been one of those weeks where, if it’s not one thing, it’s something else. I don’t like being a Master Complainer, but I need to get this off my chest.
This week we’ve:
- Had glass bottle of very sticky soda smash on the kitchen floor. Cleaned it up, but not well enough.
- Woken up to ants all over the sticky mess. Got rid of the ants and the stick mess with the steam mop.
- Cracked two horribly rotten eggs from our darling chickens (first time I’ve experienced that).
- Come home to Willow in her crate, surrounded by a pool of diarrhea and vomit (the crate that’s in the bedroom, our one carpeted room). This led to a multitude of complications, including the house reaching 85 degrees while we attempted to air it out.
- Experienced the at-least-weekly cat vomit in the morning.
- Woken up to another kitchen ant attack.
- Probably had other absurd things happen that have blissfully escaped my mind.
BUT! We’ve had some good, too:
- Sadie and I joined our friends for a end-of-the-summer swim and takeout dinner.
- I went to my second ICAN meeting and felt really good about it. Went more in-depth about Sadie’s birth story.
- Coincidentally bumped into a woman from the ICAN meeting as I was fleeing my poopy house and was invited to my first La Leche League meeting. This provided the perfect escape from the house–Sadie and I were able to eat dinner, play with other babies and talk about breastfeeding while the house aired out.
- As I write this, running late for work, Trevor is kindly fixing me breakfast so I can take a breather. Thanks, love.
Oh, how I hope this Friday and weekend go better than the rest of this week.
Is not that hard to make. I recently made my second batch, and I remembered to take some (not so awesome) pictures while I was at it.
All you need to do is:
1. Get a clean container and a scoop;
2. Grate one bar of plain Ivory soap, and put it in the container;
3. Add one cup of washing soda;
4. Add one cup of Borax;
5. Add one cup of Oxyclean (the kind without fragrance or any other extra stuff);
6. Put a lid on the container and shake to mix;
7. Add, five drops at a time–shaking to mix between–15 drops of tea tree oil; and…
8. Wash your clothes.
It takes maybe 20 minutes to do, and our first batch lasted a good long while. I’ll see how long this batch lasts.
There are a lot of homemade laundry detergents out there, even liquid, if that’s your thing. Here’s where I got started.
This can be messy!
Contrast between washing soda and grated soap.
Ingredients and finished product. I can get all of these, except the tea tree oil, at my nearby mainstream grocery store.
I feel like many people, before Sadie was born, talked a lot about how after we had Sadie, we’d be doing laundry all the time. Of course, we’re cloth diapering, so that was a no-brainer. But all along, I’ve been pretty pleasantly surprised that, other than the cloth diapers, we’ve only added one load of laundry to the week’s chore (usually done on Sunday), and sometimes only once every other week. It’s just kind of depended on how many outfits Sadie’s gone through in a week.
Enter solid food. And a messy eater.
Solid food + messy eater + time spent in the hamper = black spots on Sadie’s clothes!!!! Son-of-a-bitch! Turns out, people with kids are washing their kids’ clothes more often so that, you know, MOLD doesn’t grow on them.
I feel like a slob. Like an idiot. And kind of pissed off that now we’re going to have to figure out washing Sadie’s “soiled” clothes more frequently than once a week.
Anyone have any recommendations on getting the mold spots out? I’ve tried Oxyclean.
Okay, so I’m skipping a couple, because they’re blurry and it’s just more of me looking scaryfat in a pool of water.
April 2, 2009, 8:56pm. I've made it to the pushing stage. Trevor gets in the pool with me to help me through the contractions.
Okay, get ready for this one. It looks like my face and neck have merged into one giant glob. And I’m not 100 percent clothed.
April 2, 2009, 3:39pm. I don't know if my face conveys it or not (I kind of look like I'm dead), but finally getting into the birthing pool was SO NICE. And why do I look like I have a farmer's tan? I must have been out and about right before Sadie was born.
3:54pm. Thank you, Cajun's Wharf, for making a giant glass jar with which Trevor could pour warm water down my back during contractions. It helped.