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This post is not, strictly speaking about Nathan (crowd: boo), but it is about how daddy finds new and exciting ways to help out around the house in lieu of being able to breast-feed. Sometime during the afternoon, the Dryer was on, and it was shaking (although unlike Nathan it was not rolling, thank god), and on it was perched a CostCo-sized container of laundry soap. The kind with the spigot and the vent. There was a whole lot of shakin’ going on, so much so that the laundry soap fell on the ground. Vent side down. I came home this evening to a lake of laundry soap in the garage, which had run under the fixed shelving and workbench we have in there and generally made a massive purple pool of stickiness on the ground (roughly 1.5 gallons of goo). The purple monster (not to be confused with Grimace) scoffed at my attempts with paper towels. So I got on my hands and knees and starting pushing the goo into a dustpan, which I emptied into a garbage bag. Pretty ingenious. Until I slipped and fell. My feet now covered with goo, I couldn’t leave without tracking goo everywhere, couldn’t wash up because I couldn’t get to a sink or a hose, couldn’t get my wallet out of my back pocket (where I fell) without gumming up the works, and was generally pinned in the back corner of the garage, unable even grab onto anything (totally covered).
Ryan and Nathan to the rescue! Ryan put Nathan on the martini time mat (where we *really* tried his patience), got me towels, flip-flops, a change of clothes and pretty much allowed me to un-muck. She then scooped Nathan into her sling and scurried off to the Long’s down the street to purchase “the biggest mop she could find”. I have since put the mop to good use and she has put Nathan to bed, where he continues to be a superhero.
Basically fixed, although I think we’ll be going over that area with the mop several times over the next few days. The point is, we’re learning how to live our lives and deal with problems, even while having a baby.
Yeah, so it’s not as good as Sarah’s story about being attacked by the neighborhood cat. But it passes for drama these days for us.