Posts Tagged ‘Crest’

After ALL These Years….

September 19, 2012

After all these years, I have finally figured something out.  Please don’t hold your breath too long waiting in anticipation for this monumental, earth-shattering news.  The back-story first.

With two bathrooms upstairs and a newly acquired princess from Colombia in December 2010, I decided that she could brush her teeth and bathe in the master bathroom, so as to leave more room for her three siblings.  How nice of me.  I’m the nice mom, remember?  I figured it wouldn’t be that much of a hassle due to her usually preening at different hours than her father and me.  Fast-forward four months to me being completely grossed out by the blobby toothpaste all over the cap and drawer where the Crest is kept.

The gross-out feeling is mutual between my new daughter and me.  She is grossed out that hair is stuck in my hairbrush.  I am grossed out by dried, globby toothpaste on the cap and in the drawer.  Deciding not to mention the blue blobs, I got myself a brand spankin’ new tube of Crest ONLY for personal use, and cleared a spot in my medicine cabinet for MY toothpaste where it would remain clean and blob-free.

NOTHING gets past her big brown eyes!  NOTHING!  She asked me THE NEXT DAY, “Why do you have toothpaste up there on the shelf now?”

In a sweet voice (because I’m the nice mom) I replied, “It’s because someone left toothpaste on that tube in the drawer and I don’t want to touch it.”

Her response made me burst out laughing, “Maybe DAD left the toothpaste all over the cap!”  Hahahaha!

Her father and I have been sharing the same tube of toothpaste for 23 years.  If you are a germaphobe, I’m sorry that you now look down your sanitized nose at us.  We are what we are.  So, YES there were new clumps of toothpaste.  YES, the Colombian princess was the culprit…. but not the culprit willing to admit to the messiness.

So what did I figure out after all these years?  My husband is a very neat toothpaste user, for which I am thankful.   I would not be harboring these thankful thoughts if it weren’t for our Colombian Princess joining the family.  :o)  One more blessing of adoption.

 

For Females ONLY!

November 11, 2009

Today’s blog is brought to you by StayFree mini pads.  Yes, it’s a private female topic.  But the reason it made the very public blog is because a son of mine, who shall remain nameless to protect his masculinity, sat at the kitchen table last night eating toast and reading the StayFree package.  I noticed this odd occurrence out of the corner of my eye, and wondered, hoped and prayed that I would get off scot-free without having to discuss the contents of the little pink package.  (It was on the table with all the newly purchased “upstairs” products waiting to be taken up the stairs…. toothpaste, foundation, TP.)  Why couldn’t he have read the Crest box???

As he munched on his PB&J toast, he thoroughly read the entire package.  He’s a quick reader, so he may have even re-read some of the eye-opening information on that little pink plastic wrapper.  Finally, my hopes were dashed, and he inevitably asked, “Mom, what are these for?”

It was one of those moments when time is suspended in mid-air as a myriad of questions went through my mind before I answered.  Questions like, Did his father explain THIS part of the birds and bees? and Does this call for a short non-specific answer, like ‘For girls’? and Does he really want to know what those are for…. or is he stalling his bedtime?  and also Will this information give him nightmares?

So, I went with the I’m-the-good-mother-who-gives-her-children-correct-answers answer.  (Mom, you may want to stop reading now.) In a brief 27 seconds I explained that when a girl reaches about the age of 12 her body prepares to have babies.  If it is not time for her to have a baby, she bleeds for one week every month.  It’s called a period.  Those are pads that girls put in their underwear so they don’t get their underwear bloody. 

I held my breath.  Would there be more questions about babies and bleeding and bodies and such?  Much to my relief, he gently put down the package and stood up from the table to clear his plate to the counter.  And it was over.  That was it.  I broke out in a sweat for nothing!  Why do I make such a big deal about these situations?  I don’t know!  Looking back, I did OK.  It went down without trauma (on his part)…. I think.

When my husband gets home from Houston on Friday night, I’m sending him in our son’s room to make sure HE gets asked any follow-up questions that I know have developed over the past 24 hours.

Thank you, StayFree, for helping me lose 3 pounds in perspiration last night.