My, was I glad to see the big yellow bus this morning. I waved and waved and jumped around and yelled, "GOOD MORNING!!!," and the bus driver called back, "I hear ya." She has kids, too.
Even when it is not the week after a school vacation, I am always grateful for the bus. For one thing, it separates my vinegar firstborn from my baking soda secondborn. For another thing, it puts me outside in the fresh air for a few minutes. Not only does this provide me with an indignant reply if anyone were to ask me, "Didn't you even leave the house today?," it also cleanses my olfactory palate so I am able to notice when I come back inside that my house smells like onions and diapers, and won't someone put a little Febreze Air Effects into the sad stale air?
Speaking of the sad stale air, I think something is wrong with our Vicks warm-mist vaporizer. It percolated away the whole night long, but this morning it was still over half full (normally it would be down to the sizzling scraps), and the room was not very steamy. It did this last night, too. It was a $10 vaporizer and we've had it for several years, so it's no great loss to replace it--but if anyone has any great vaporizer repair stories they're sitting on, this would be a great time to tell them.
Life-improving products, part 4 - (Continued from part 1, part 2, and part 3.) Stearns Youth Life Vest (photo from Amazon.com). I’d been too scared to take the kids to any body of water oth...