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Irony of Ironies (and a giveaway!)

Posted by on 8:13 am

As you all know if you are regular readers of this here blog, I am the World’s Worst Housekeeper.  It’s just not my forte, my friends.  When I do get around to cleaning,  I like tools that make it as easy as possible for me.  You are never gonna catch me on my hands and knees scrubbing my floor.  This is why I requested not flowers, chocolate, or new clothes for Mother’s Day, but a STEAM MOP.  Because a steam mop is gonna make my life easier.  (And I totally got it, too, thank you Bobby Rapson!)

Anycrap! I am about to give you a cleaning tool recommendation.  Which is ironic, no?  But it’s a GOOD ONE!

A few weeks ago I received an email from My Blog Spark on behalf of P&G asking if I’d like to review the Swiffer Sweeper Vac, and I was SOOOOOO EXCITED.  I’m not kidding, I was totally geeked out!! Because I have been a dedicated user of Swiffer products for years – they are one of those cleaning tools that make it easy for me.  And I had been jonesing for a Sweeper Vac for a long time, but wasn’t sure if I wanted to spend the $$.  Because what if it wasn’t as wonderful as it seemed?

It. Is. WONDERFUL!  It is all that and more.  It is the Starbucks of stick vacs.  Get one of these babies and you will NOT be disappointed!

When my Sweeper Vac arrived, it also came with a little “kit” to show me how well it worked.  It had stuff for me to dump on my floor and vacuum up, like little containers of Cheerios and even HAIR!

I totally cracked up.

Truuuust me, I don’t need them to send me stuff to sprinkle on my floor.  I got STUFF on my floor! Cheerios, cracker crumbs, and especially pine needles, courtesy of these two old ladies in my front yard:

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Thanks to these pine trees, my hard wood floors are constantly covered with pine needles.  Especially after a week like this one, which has been super rainy.  Pine needles everywhere.

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Argh!

Happily, the Swiffer Sweeper Vac is GREAT at picking up pine needles!  And Cheerios, cracker crumbs, pet hair, and dirt in general.  I big puffy heart it, and I don’t know what I’ve ever done without it.  The Swiffer dry cloth cleans up all kinds of dirt, and the Vac sucks up all the crumbs of my life.  It rocks!  My favorite, favorite, favorite thing about it is that the BATTERY lasts!  I held off publishing this review for a month or so because I wanted to give the battery a good test.  After using it several times a week, (true story!) I’ve never had the battery even come close to running out (which is a problem I’ve had with past machines I’ve tried.)  My living and dining rooms are pretty good-sized and I also use it on my new fabulous kitchen floor, and I’ve always had more than enough battery to do all three rooms thoroughly.  Woohoo!

Ok, so, now for the really fun part.   P&G not only gave me a Swiffer Sweeper Vac to keep, they also gave me a $40 gift card to give to one of you so you can get your own Sweeper Vac of Dreams (as I like to call it.)  Here’s how to enter!

1) Leave me a comment on this post telling me what room in your house you most hate to clean. :)

2) For an extra entry, tweet about this giveaway on twitter and leave me a link to your twitter URL.

3) For another extra entry, share about this entry on Facebook and leave me a comment letting me know you did so.

Entries will close and Random.org will pick a winner on Monday, May 20th at11:59 pm.

Good luck and happy Swiffering!

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That’s Not Peanut Butter

Posted by on 8:39 am

Yesterday Sophie and I were having a great afternoon, which involved me breaking my high score at Wii bowling (208 baby!!) and her sitting at the dining room table watching me bowl while eating a nutritious lunch of grapes and chicken nuggets. What could be better?

I was getting my bowling groove on when all of a sudden Sophie began to fuss. “Need help! Need HELP!” she cried frantically. I turned to look at her and she had her hand extended toward me, covered in peanut butter. Neither of my kids like it when their hands get messy while they’re eating so I am used to having to wipe her hands before she can finish her meal. But as I walked toward her to grab a napkin, I realized: She’s not eating peanut butter. That can’t be peanut butter.

I took hold of her wrist and got a whiff and panicked. THAT’S NOT PEANUT BUTTER!

It was poop.

She had a chicken nugget in one hand, and a bunch of poop in the other.

I immediately did what I could with a napkin, then began jumping around screaming “NO touch! No touch!” while frantically trying to locate the wipes and wrestle the Wii controller that was strapped to me off of my arm. (I am very good in a panic situation. {Sarcasm sign!})

I found the wipes, got her hand cleaned up, washed it in soap and scalding water (just kidding, it was just really warm), managed not to VOMIT, and then went about changing her diaper. I quickly discovered that she’d had a bit of a blowout, and feeling poop on her lower back, had reached back to find out what the heck was going on back there. And found out. Eeeeeww.

I made it almost six years as a mother without having a kid stick his or her hand in their own poo, I guess that is pretty good. But YUCK. It was disgusting.

And it is time for Camp Potty to begin TODAY!

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Scavenger Hunt

Posted by on 2:48 am

I never pictured myself searching my house for a puddle of pee, but that’s exactly what happened tonight.

Sam’s 21 months old now, and he’s very excited about the prospect of going in the potty. Not that he’s actually done it or anything, but it sure looks fun when Elmo does it. We’ve put him on the potty a few times to no avail, but that’s about as far as we’ve gotten.

This afternoon we all went out to play in the snow (I will post pictures of Sam dressed in a blanket sleeper, two pairs of his dad’s socks – his boots won’t fit anymore – and Kate’s old purple jacket and pink hat with pom poms as soon as I get them uploaded. Oh and he also had pink socks on his hands because I couldn’t find his gloves). In any case, when we got back in, he looked at me and said “poopy!” I said “Did you poop?” and he said no, but said yes when I asked him if he needed to. He said “Let’s go!” and off to the potty we ran. Again, nothing happened, but I had the bright idea to leave his diaper off for a while. I put some Baby Legs on him and let him run free.

Throughout the afternoon and into the evening, we tried the potty thing off and on, but he didn’t do anything. He hadn’t had any accidents either, so I thought he would surely have to do something soon. I wanted to give it one last try before putting him to bed, so I sat him on the potty and let him read “Elmo Goes Potty” for a while. As he was enjoying his reading time, I took his Baby Legs off since I was going to put him in his jammies. At that point, I realized the Baby Legs were wet. I had cleaned up (what I thought was) juice he spilled a little bit earlier, and I couldn’t tell if what was on them was juice or pee. (The sniff test was inconclusive, if you can believe that.) So I decided to ask him.

Me: Sammy, what is on your socks?
Sammy: Juice!
Me: Is it juice or pee pee?
Sammy: Pee pee!
Me: Did you pee pee on your socks?
Sammy: No! Juice!
Me: So is this juice or pee pee?
Sammy: Pee pee.
Me: Where is the rest of the pee pee?
Sammy: Socks.
Me: I know this is on your socks, but where is the rest? Where did you pee pee?
Sammy: In Daddy’s room.
Me: You pee peed in Daddy’s room?
Sammy: No. Pee pee in the potty.
Me: No, you didn’t pee pee in the potty. Can you show me where the pee pee is?
Sammy: Daddy’s room!

So we went to Daddy’s room (which incidentally is also my room). I looked at the carpet critically, but didn’t see anything. As I looked around the bathroom floor in our room, it occurred to me that I was searching my house for a pool of pee. Never thought I’d do that, but disturbingly it seemed perfectly normal. I guess I am officially fully entrenched in parenthood.

Eventually I found what I was looking for – on the floor next to Sammy’s chair at the kitchen table. The chair on which he likes to stand. Next to the table on which I had earlier cleaned up “spilled juice.”

Can someone pass the Lysol wipes?

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