I Finally Had a Second to Write… Kind Of.

I finally have an opportunity to sit and write my next blog post. My husband has so graciously offered to entertain (aka distract) our one-year-old son long enough for him to forget that his M-O-M even exists.

Yes, we now spell out words. “M-I-L-K.” “E-A-T.” “C-A-R.” And most importantly, “L-E-T-S-R-U-N-A-W-A-Y.” Why? Because our baby is learning English. And we’re learning the art of speaking in code like it’s a CIA mission.

Anyway, back to what I was saying… wait, what was I saying? Sorry. ADHD. Didn’t take my meds today. It’s the weekend and I enjoy living on the edge of chaos.

OH! I remember now. Something happened earlier and I thought, “Ahhh, I HAVE to include this in my blog so my two loyal fans (hi Mom, hi Becky!) can read it when I post the link on Facebook.” Much love to you both.

So here's what happened. I spilled Sunny-D on the living room rug. Don’t ask why I had Sunny-D. I was hiding from my toddler in the hallway and it felt like a safe orange place. Naturally, I panicked. But then I remembered — I have the world’s BEST carpet/rug cleaner. No seriously. It’s called Resolve and it’s basically the superhero of household stains.

Between my clumsy husband, my toddler, and my love affair with wine, our rug should be destroyed. But nope. Perfect beige bliss. We've spilled beer, curry, ice cream, baby vomit, tears, and now Sunny-D. And you’d never know.

So yeah — if I had a tip to pass on to the rest of the toddler-surviving, beige-rug-owning population? BUY RESOLVE. (And no, this isn’t sponsored. But like… Resolve, Little Spoons, anyone… call me?)

Speaking of Little Spoons: mixed review. My toddler HATES the meals. Like “throws them across the kitchen and glares at me like I betrayed him” level of hatred. BUT their Smoothies + YoGos? He eats that S-H-I-T up like it’s candy from the gods. So, Little Spoons, don’t sponsor me for the meals. But for the pouches? We’re in.

This post was supposed to be about relationship drama. I had thoughts. I had feelings. I had emotional metaphors involving our Amazon Prime account. But then Reese’s ice cream happened, and toddler screams began because my husband wasn’t getting snacks fast enough.

And now? My free time is up.

I’ll hit Ms. Rachel up later and see if she’s available to watch my kid while I write my marriage update/tea diary entry.

So… we’ll circle back to that next time. That’s how blogs work, right?