We visit St Albans Museum to study Victorian crime and punishment.
The day visit goes very well.
In fact it is notable only for the fact that Shark has a sneezing fit on the M1 coming home.
Actually, while Shark is sneezing her face off, snot is flying everywhere at 70mph. Long strings of the stuff out of an exploding nose, and not stopping.
Some of it even makes the front windscreen. Everyone is shouting UGH UGH UGH at the tops of their voices and not doing anything practical, like finding the tissues which mummy Grit recalls are in the boot under the woggles, but she is driving at 70mph, covered in snot and cannot get them. Quick! she shouts, Find something!
Tiger finds a plastic bag. Squirrel finds two felt tips, one presumably for each nostril, and a pair of socks. With one hand mummy Grit fumbles in the glove compartment and finds a pack of sanitary towels. Since it is the nearest thing to a tissue, the exploding snot-Shark uses one of those.
So if today you saw a vehicle travelling dangerously at 70mph with reduced windscreen visibility, carrying a small child with a sanitary towel strapped to her face, that was us.
Consider it better than the plastic bag.
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8 comments:
Mommy grit is truely a superhero.
I LOVE coming here. It makes me feel quite normal.
hahahahaha, thats so funny. my son, when he was 3, used to run around swinging tampons by the string, thought it was a great game. now he's 10 he feels somewhat differently about this!!
So when they are older, you can get your own back for all the humiliataion and recount the stories to them, its very cathartic.
Yuck o! You are to be admired.
"So if today you saw a vehicle travelling dangerously at 70mph with reduced windscreen visibility, carrying a small child with a sanitary towel strapped to her face, that was us."
Classic, I also liked the image of the two felt pens!!!
What a woman in a crisis xx
... and, one would hope, a little more absorbent. Although...
I'd forgotten how useful sanitary towels were. I might buy a packet, for old times sake.
hello brad. awesome is a big word. how about desperate?
hello motl... that's quite ironic really, because i come to you to learn how to cope.
hi caroline, it is not as disgusting as it might have been. i comfort myself with that thought.
oh yes dragon boy, oh yes... there are several reasons for this blog...
hi kelly jean, admired or ... 'despaired of'?
hello lynn! in hindsight, i think the socks would have been the best option, but they were tiger's best pink ones, and she would have gone bonkers and never worn them again after being shoved up shark's nose.
well, potty mummy, it served the purpose of being a sort of shield for the windscreen and for the side of my head.
and mean mom, i think they could be quite useful, but not as bandages, apparently. especially not on wounds caused by major surgery. but that's another story.
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