Hope This Helps Edition
In which I solve seven common problems
Did you spill soy sauce all over the place? Need a mother’s day present? Or just a crapload of squares? Try this amazing new product.
Are you a really, really good mother who somehow understandably forgot to brush your daughter’s hair for a week, and as a result did not catch her major head lice infestation until a well-meaning relative, who probably mostly just wanted everyone to realize that the BBQ was dragging on a little too long, saw fit to do a “Hey, everybody,guess who has HIGH ANXIETY?”
to let you (and everyone within a forty mile radius) know that your daughter has a major lice infestation? Well, you should try this fairly new system of blow-drying Cetaphil. It Actually Works (although our kids needed four weeks of treatment, not three), and you don’t have to wash everything you own and spend a million hours picking nits, which isn’t as much fun as it sounds like.
Are you ready to leave the beach, but are miles away from home with a miserable baby whose fat, fat leg folds are coated with gritty sand? I am all for packing lightly for the beach (three rules: no food unless it’s a major birthday; if you want a toy, you have to wait till a non-resident beach goer is looking the other way; and I don’t want to hear about your towel), but one thing we always bring is baby powder. Sprinkle it generously on the baby (or anyone else, koff koff, whose fat legs make them cranky), and the wet sand comes right off, and you won’t feel like such a monster strapping an uncomfortable little one into her car seat.
Are you craving chips and salsa, but looking for a healthier alternative? Try pretzelsand salsa. It’s less fatty, and tastes just as good as pretzels and salsa.
Were you absent during grades K-12? Here is a handy reference to all you need to know:
- The Indians helped the Colonists by showing them you can put a dead fish on corn
- Eli Whitney
- Suffragettes (1912-1913)
Bonus College Quick Reference:
- When something drops a horrible, rotten dead fish in your yard, you should consult an oracle to see what this means for the future of the republic. If no oracle is available, just get your husband to throw it in the bushes.
There, now you are all caught up.
Thinking of home schooling? Here is the single greatest piece of advice I’ve heard (and I just gave the book away, and can’t come up with the author’s name). I was immediately drawn to this book because, unlike most home schooling books, the cover didn’t look anything like this:
Which is a lovely picture, but discouraging. Look at that posture! And the kid is wearing white, and her face, while solemn, is not tear-stained! And the curtains don’t appear to have any poop on them! So instead, on the cover of this book was picture of a girl wearing a bathing suit and cowboy boots, doing her math on the floor under the kitchen table. Now, add someone smearing Spaghettios on the wall and calling it art, and another kid deliberately ripping the first kid’s math work and calling it justice, and that would be a good day in our home school. So the piece of advice was this: whatever kind of mother you are
that’s the kind of home schooler you will be.
This sounds terribly obvious, but every year I fell into the trap of hoping that home schooling would, among other things, fix my defects as a mother. It would force me to become organized, encourage me to be patient, ensure that I would follow through on projects, motivate me to go out and meet other people, etc. etc. Now, I did improve in all of these things. But I did not become transformed. I was just me, home schooling. This should not discourage you from deciding to home school; it’s just something you ought to know.
I don’t know exactly what this is good for, but it seems like it might come in handy.
Well, I hope that answers all your questions. See Jen at Conversion Diary to leave a link to your own Seven Quick Takes, and don’t forget to link back to Jen! Have a lovely weekend, everyone, and remember, it’s important to throw a firecracker when you light it, but NOT AT DADDY.