Shining through the Sorrow

I walked up to the dressing room attendant with two bathing suits in my hand. "This may ruin my day, but I'd like to try these on." She laughed politely as she directed me to a tiny stall with horrible lighting.  It turned out one suit was a little too small and the other one way too big.  I didn't buy either.  Listen, you're missing the point.  The point is that this yearly rite of passage didn't ruin my day.  In fact, the story gets better. I walked out of the dressing room area nearly floating from the relief that a depression did not immediately fall upon me, and then that Saint of an Attendant watched as I began interacting with Kyle and our three lovely kiddos, and then made a point to ask, "Those are all your kids!?  What are you talking about?  You look so great!"  My goodness.  Thank you, random stranger, for making my day. Throwback to 2007.  Secret to being comfortable on the beach - Hoodie.

This will be a short essay entitled - The Truth about Being a Stay at Home Momma: Spending Habits Had some downtime just now while both girls are napping.  At the same time.  Which really doesn't happen that often these days. What with the teething baby and the opinionated-about-where-and-with-how many-babydolls-she-will-nap-with toddler. Grabbed the laptop and decided to do some online shopping and just dropped $60 on diapers.  Diapers.  Well, excuse me, one jumbo box of size 4s for the almost eight month old and an ultra jumbo box of Training Pants for the little miss.  Who, by the way, has zero interest in even sitting on the potty so I'm hoping Dora and the disappearing-when-wet stars will convince her? Because it turns out you can only clean a line of poo going from your infant's diaper straight up to her neck two times before you determine that suddenly neither the brand nor the sizing tools you've been using for the past six years is working anymore.  So