WWNDD? (What Would Nancy Drew Do?)

April 23, 2009

I have a mystery.

Here’s the scoop: a few months ago, I noticed, while folding my newly washed and dried clothes that I had what looked like little grease spots on the clothes.

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And, then, this started to happen (see the little mark on the butterfly wing?):

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Teeny tiny holes in (I think only) cotton items. But it gets worse:

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Yes, those are rips.

Even rips in brand-new, washed once clothing.

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Nothing is sacred—even my son’s unmentionables:

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I’m beside myself because there are dozens of pieces of clothing that either have grease marks on them or holes in them.

Please don’t tell me these are from moths or crickets or cotton-loving alligators, because I will have to move out of the house.

And, no, I don’t know if they are from the washer or dryer because I’m a terrible detective and forget to check the clothes as I am hurriedly transferring them from the washer to the dryer.

I have been online and determined that it may/may not be: the detergent, the front-load washer, the dryer, too many clothes in a wash, a zipper, a child with scissor-hands and/or a poltergeist. See, it’s way narrowed down to a possible reason.

So, if you see me and I’m wearing shabby clothing, you’ll know that I still haven’t figured out what is going on in my laundry room. And, lend me a needle and thread.

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Update! It was the dryer! And, most importantly, it was an inexpensive DIY fix (well Do-It-Yourself if you are my husband. I would’ve been on the phone with 1-800-handyman). If anyone is having this same trouble, please email me directly at fairlyoddmother@inbox.com for our fix. I’ll try to get my husband to write out what he did and, if so, will post it at the bottom of this entry.

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And the Award goes to. . .

April 21, 2009


Yesterday was ROUGH. I haven’t been that sick in a long time—you know, the kind of “I can’t get out of bed without being all hunched over and shuffling like a Granny” sick.

This morning I feel blessedly better—not 100%, but about 85%. But, I didn’t get here alone, so I am going to hand out some awards to those who got me through the past 24+ hours:

* a “I’ll pay you back later, wink-wink” award to my husband, who was as sick as I, but still let me take TWO naps during the day;

* a “yes, you can have some candy” award to my kids who only whined a little bit when they realized their sick parents had forgotten to feed them lunch;

* a “you can’t buy friends like this” award to the friend who picked up soup, saltines and popsicles for us so that we’d have dinner—opening a can was about all I was good for yesterday;

* a “you’ll get a good tip” award to the 15-year-old babysitter who decided to come outside and play with my cooped-up kids without being asked. I attribute them all being asleep by 8pm to her;

* a “mother knows best” award to my mom and sister who insisted I eat some toast at 6pm when I complained that I still had the chills. I hadn’t eaten anything but saltines all day and, lo and behold, they were right—I just needed a little something in mah belly to feel even better;

* a “thank god for electricity and cable” award to my television—yes, TV Turnoff Week started yesterday but we’ve decided that there are times that endless hours of television are preferable to three children standing over a sick mother asking, “what should we do now“, or, even worse, letting them loose in the house for 10 hours without supervision (shudder).

* a “you’ll be with me to the end of time” award to my coffee which I was too sick to drink yesterday, but am enjoying with gusto this morning;

* and, a “nicest blog readers” award to all of you who posted a note or simply sent your good thoughts my way and didn’t make me feel guilty about my failed attempt to shut off the tube for the week.

I do feel the need to squelch one tiny little rumor, though: there is no way I am pregnant. No way, no how. Besides, if I had felt this bad when I was pregnant, I am pretty sure I’d just have one kid right now.

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I had meant to point you to this post I wrote for the lovely Issa while she was on a “break” (ha! she was still everywhere). But then two beautiful babies lost their lives and my post became insignificant. It still is, but Issa’s intro is sweet and, as you read my post, you’ll see that we are practically twins.

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TV Turnoff Week: Day 1, 8:00am, and already an Epic FAIL

April 20, 2009

I’ve always believed there is a time and a place for television watching. That said, I kind of look forward to TV Turnoff Week because it forces us to change our regular routine.

But, last night when I was heaving my guts all over the place, I remembered that when Mama is sick and home alone with the kids, the television is just about the only thing that is going to save me on a long Monday.

If I can stand upright for more than two minutes without the room swimming around me or hold anything in my stomach by tomorrow, we’ll give it a go then.

But, today? I’ll be thankful my kids can nurse off the Boob Tube while I nurse myself back to health.

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