I’ve been making my own soap for nearly two years now. I was cleaning out the bathroom cupboard a few days ago and found half a dozen bars of Irish Spring from before my soap making days. Charlie was in the tub when I stuck a bar of it into the tub to use it up.
“Is that ice?”
“No, it’s soap.”
“When did you make green soap?”
“I didn’t make it. I bought it, a long time ago.”
“You can BUY soap?! WHERE?!”
“Wal-Mart. Lots of stores sell soap.”
She was amazed. What a strange life we lead. She doesn’t remember anything other than homemade soap. What other misconceptions am I unknowingly teaching my children?!
Pierce was in the shower with me the other day, and I was sitting in the water spray, rinsing his hair when he apparently decided the water was too hot. He marched over to the faucet and flipped it to cold. Ice cold. There I am, big pregnant body trying to scramble up while taking a now cold shower. If I could have seen it instead of experienced it… It would have been hysterical. I share this story so you all may laugh instead. I’m still trying to recover.
And… back to my misery. I can’t remember the last cold I had that kicked my behind quite this bad.