For all the times they goof up. . .

For all the times they goof up . . .

....sometimes the guys can be thoughtful and bring a smile to your face.



I always find it odd that so many people enjoy reading my personal life ramblings that I write on my blog. Kind of creepy actually. It has been so long since I have been able to write real me posts on the blog and I don't know if you have been missing them or not. I've just been so busy with life. So many times I think of things I want to blog about, and even take photos for them, and then never get around to blogging about them. I am feeling my load a little lighter all the sudden and am hoping to get back to doing some things I loved doing before.

So, what is this note about in the photo?

Well, I've been sick for over a week now. Actually, I was sick for a few weeks, got well for a week, and then was sick again. I'm one to not get sick very often, so I'm ready to be over with all this sickness!

For over a week, I've had this annoying congestion stuck in my chest. No other symptoms, just this annoying coughing. Of course, when I talk, the air only glides over the congestion and makes me cough more. So annoying!

Some of you may find this as TMI (too much information) and some of you may get a good laugh and be able to laugh along with me. So read on or stop here. This is your warning. There is no turning back once you continue on. Here it goes: Every time I cough, I pee.

Sigh. Yep. Giving birth to three children has left me with one of the weakest bladders on earth. For the most part, I can usually just deal with it. However, sudden pressure is non-deal-able.

I've run out of the larger, thicker feminine pads. The thin ones just don't do the job. I've changed my underwear so many times in the past week that I think I need to invest in underwear stock of some kind and head out and purchase more. I've gone through dress pants, jeans, and shorts at a regular rate. The word "depends" keeps coming to mind and I cringe.

Seriously, this coughing as GOT to end!

So, last night, around 1 a.m., I refreshed myself ready for bed in comfort, only to sit down on my bed and sneeze. Ugggggggggg! Well, that fresh set didn't last long. I was so mad and frustrated I got up and smacked my fist on the bedroom door, grabbed my last pair of underwear, and grumbling I headed straight for the bathroom again.

I think every guy should have to wear a feminine pad at least once so that they can understand and sympathize with what we women have to go through. It takes what seems forever to just peel the paper off of the sticky part and then sometimes there are several parts that need peeling because they have these fancy "wings." Who ever thought up those "wings" must have been a man.

Once peeled away and exposed, the sticky parts always seem to want to bend up onto each other like magnets and adhere to each other. Sometimes you can salvage the whole pad and careful unstick it from itself, but sometimes you have to throw it away, totally wasted of time and money, and start over with a fresh one.

Oh goodness, let's not even mention if the sticky parts turn up upon placement and some of that tender hair gets caught up on the sticky parts. It is like a puzzle trying to figure out which direction the things go and which parts get folded whereto. What a gamble it is to guess whether you place the pad further towards the front or the back -- a bet I always seem to loose as I can never remember which is better as centered certainly never works well. You know what I'm talking about, right?

I don't know about you, but my fatness leaves very little room between my thighs and the pads are immediately scrunched up into a wad upon pulling up my underpants. Seriously? Only models have that wide space that fits pads perfectly. Am I right?

So, what's up with that note in the photo above? Dearest hubby leaves for work earlier than I do and he was so thoughtful to take the time to gather all of the whites (a/k/a underwear) and put them in the wash for me so I would have a fresh set to take me into the day. I did not see it at first, but when I went in to take a shower, there in the bottom right-hand corner of the bathroom mirror was a surprise note from hubby. It brought a smile to my face.

For those who have been reading my blog since its conception, you may recall that clean underwear is a repetitive problem of mine. Here's my first post on the subject. It's always a good laugh to go back and read that.

So, I guess this is the part in my post that is supposed to turn into a bathroom babbles. You may recall the many previous posts that always seemed to be popular in this series. There always seems to be something great going on in my bathroom. I'm not sure why. It's kind of weird.

Yes, I'm grumbling today. I've been grumbling for days actually. My poor hubby has had to listen to me grumble. Most often, he never responds to my grumbling, just not answering and putting into practice that selective hearing all wives are familiar with.

However, this time he responded differently:
1 Peter 4:9 Offer hospitality to one another without grumbling.

Now, wouldn't it make all marriages better if we all responded with hospitality towards each other in all situations? When was the last time you asked your spouse if you could fill his drink? Or do you always wait on him "hand and foot" and grumble while doing so? What can you do for the others in your home today to offer them hospitality without grumbling?

I'm thankful that my congestion has finally moved from my chest to my nasals. I actually feel worse today, but any movement is a good sign. Hopefully, it is moving out and away -- gone for good soon.

Leave your thoughts in the comments please. You know I love to read them and it encourages me to write more.