Get Me Some TP!

My mom used to tell me all the time the only reason she had kids was so they could wait on her. I used to think she was kidding but as my child is getting older, I am beginning to realize the benefits to what my mom was preaching.

This weekend, Jeff and I were lounging around on the couch watching football while Sophie was contently playing on the floor. Let me just say, I love this age and it's independent play time. I no longer have to entertain her 24/7. Do I still enjoy getting down on the ground and playing with her? Absolutely- but I also love that I don't have to and she is just fine playing on her own.

So back to my story, Jeff get a sneezing fit and since he is covering his mouth in an attempt to not spray spit and snot on my couch, soaks his hand. Totally disgusting. He is about to get up to get some tissue to wipe his hand with when it dawns on him that he could get Sophie to get it for him. He calls to her to get her attention and tries as best he can to give her directions "Sophie, go into the bathroom and get Daddy some toilet paper". I am on the couch thinking there isn't a chance Sophie understand what he wants her to do. She waddles into our bathroom and she is in there for a while. Presumably playing since I am positive her toddle ADD has kicked in at this point.

But lo and behold, she surprises me but waddling back out to the living room holding toilet paper and hands it off to Jeff. I was stunned that she understood what he wanted her to do. Now, please keep in mind- up until this point TP has been off limits in our house since she likes to unroll it. So when she brought Jeff toilet paper & surprising me- she got some very enthusiastic "Good Job, Sophie!" and "You're such a smart little girl". Can you see where this is going?

Jeff and I went back to watching the game and Sophie went back to playing. Then next thing I know, she comes walking back out of our room with a trail of TP following her.  Guess who think's TP isn't off limits any more. Jeff and I quickly realized the error of our ways.

So until she is a bit older, we will continue to get our own TP and until then we have a ton of rolled up TP sitting on the counter waiting to be used.

Swiss Cake Rolls

 

Today at lunch, I scooted over to the KY Blood Center to donate my life giving blood in honor of a very special little girl who didn't get a chance to live her beautiful life.

It has been a long time since I have been to give blood. I use to go quite regularly and enjoyed knowing I was helping in my own small way. Since getting pregnant and having a kid, I just haven't found my way back there. I am a little ashamed of this since it only take 30 minutes max and the center is a hop, skip and a jump away from my work. I plan to put this on my lunch agenda every 60 days from here on out. In fact, I think I will go make a meeting request about it right now. Hold on a second.

*insert elevator music here*

OK, I am back.

So I was taking back quickly and the pre-screen began. All very standard. Answer some question, get your finger pricked to check your iron, take temp, blood pressure and pulse. All good.

They take me back to the chair. Ahh the chair. Legs elevated, chair is a slight recline. It is actually a slightly awkward position to be sat in. This older woman, who you could just tell knew what she was doing, said she would be right with me. Now, any of you who have give blood or had blood taken, you KNOW you want an experienced person to poke you. Otherwise, you are at risk to be poked several times before they hit a vein. So you can imagine the sigh of relief when I thought I was getting Ms. Experienced. I watched her finish up the guy next to me and waited patiently for my turn.

After a few minutes this very pretty and very young girl came up to me. Well damn! She starts prepping my stuff and I make casual chit chat. Come to find out she is fresh out of school with a marketing degree and couldn't find a job so she works at the blood center. A MARKETING DEGREE!! Thats what I do! Shit. Shit. Shit. I wish I hadn't even asked. She informs me you dont need any kind of degree to be a Phlebotomist. Just an 8 week course and they let you jam needles into peoples arms. I am sweating a little by this point. Lucky for me, I have easy veins and bleed like a stuck pig. Had my husband been in the chair this would be a completely different blog post.

Overall she did do a good job. Only stuck me once, albeit a little hard (ouch) and only had to jiggle the needle in my arm once to get the blood flowing (again, ouch). It hurt- but not unbearable. 15 minutes later I was drained of a pint of my blood. As I got up to leave, my Phlebotomist reminded me of the refreshments up front. Never one to turn down a treat, I went to see what they had. That's when I saw it. A Swiss Cake Roll! I haven't had one of these in FOREVER. It was sooooooooooo good too. I resisted the urge to  peel apart the rolls and lick the cream off, then devour the cake the way I would have if I was enjoying the cakey goodness from the privacy of my own home, but man I wanted to! I also resisted the urge to throw all of them into my purse and make a run for it. It reminded me why I dont buy these for the house.


Lesson of the day: I should give blood more often. Then I get a Swiss Cake Roll!