I have a confession to make.
When my child blows a Number Two through his drawers, also known as poop, I will generally assess just how bad the blow out was and than more than likely throw the pants away. I mean seriously. I'm not going to hover over the toilet and scrape poop off pants. If it is bad enough that I would have to remove more than one layer of poop, I throw the pants away. End of story.
Some people out there might call this wasteful. I call it necessary. Thank you.
And now on to my dreams-
One day I would
1. Like a house with: a. at least four bedrooms b. at least two bathrooms c. a large kitchen with an island
2. Like to own a minivan. No suburban for this Family of W's!
3. Like to work part time so I can actually do those fun crafts and play groups that I always dream about doing
4. Maybe have surgery on my tummy so I could wear a bathing suit again. These are just dreams- it may never be a reality
To name a few.