diapers in my washing machine, wet socks, and madness

In case you ever happen to accidently run a disposable diaper through the washing machine... the trick is to add a cup of salt to the load and wash it again.

Then, spend the whole day in your yoga pants and a random t-shirt that hasn't seen the light of day for half a year because it takes three rounds through the washing machine to finally get the clothes to the drier.

...

Don't you hate it when you step in a puddle of something wet when you're in your socks? I know it would seem like stepping in it with your barefoot would be worse, but it's not. The wet sock is worse.

Today I feel like the wet sock.

L. Pirate is to blame. L. Pirate and his vendetta against sleeping! Last night was another one of those nights he wakes up around 2 - 2:30 thinking the whole world should be up and playing with him. He's also decided to occasionally refuse daytime naps -I still stick him in his crib, for at least an hour- but I hear him in there talking to himself and playing with Scout and not sleeping.

His not sleeping = my not sleeping and somehow he does a whole lot better with the missed ZzzZs than I do. He's still smiling and laughing and running around. While I look (& feel) like a half-zombie toad on a log.

And I feel like I'm ready for another one!?

I think I've lost. my. mind.