Friday!
When I was in 10th grade I had the world’s worst social studies teacher. Except for my 11th grade social studies teacher. Hmmmm. I’m sensing a pattern. My second semester 11th grade social studies teacher broke the pattern and was pretty much the best teacher in the entire world so don’t worry, dear social studies teachers. I have nothing against you. I’m only against coaches who pretend to be teachers.
Anyway. Tenth grade. The teacher was a total dumbass who was only there to coach basketball. If we’d all sing “Friday, Friday is my favorite day,” on a Friday we could have a party. Every Friday. Every. Single. Friday.
We’d bring snacks from home and do nothing–not even pretend to crack the book or talk about the world in general.
Not much different from any other day in the class, actually. His favorite thing was to give us a test and make sure we knew the answers were on the overhead projector, then leave the room. He would also randomly walk around and send people to the office. That was the only time I was ever sent to the office and I was beyond terrified. Once the twelve of us arrived, the secretary immediately said “Mr. Larsen’s at it again? Go to the library.” He also told kids that if they wanted to avoid Saturday school they could go to his church for Sunday school. I don’t know how he didn’t get sued over that.
That’s a very round about way to say: Friday, Friday is my favorite day!
Actually Saturday is my favorite day, but Friday is pretty awesome as well.
We finally had our MOMS Club open house today. It was rained out last week and I was afraid it would be rained out this week, but it was fine. Chilly, but fine. I need to buy Elsa a fall jacket!
We’ve had a total of 5 new members pay dues and 4 others who say they are going to join! Before those 9, we had 28 members so I’d say my hard work is paying off. I just hope none of them are drama llamas. They don’t seem to be, but you never know.
Have any of you ever read the Llama Llama Red Pajama series of books? I always laugh when the mama llama tells the little llama not to be a drama llama. Which came first, the kid’s book or the internet term?
Mike’s work picnic was also cancelled last Friday because of the rain, so tonight they had a bowling party at this strange little posh bowling alley. It had couches and fancy cocktails and such, but the food was pretty horrible even though it was supposed to have been prepared by chefs. I think they were using the term chef to mean “guy who knows how to turn on an oven” as opposed to “world class trained person who can create a memorizing experience of a meal.”
Erik had a blast and even had the second highest kid score. I do believe he had a higher score than his daddy. Impressive! Except he had the bumpers up, so that kind of negates the score, but don’t tell him. The bowling alley was so posh that you could select to have the bumpers up or down for each player and it would lift and lower them throughout the game. No one believed me when I said I wanted bumpers. I think I had the lowest adult score.
Mike’s company has grown tremendously in the past few months so it was a completely different crowd from the last time I saw any of his work mates. They weren’t nearly as geeky as the old guard, which can only be a good thing. You know when I’m the coolest, most un-geeky person at a party that there’s some serious geekitude happening. Mike’s first Christmas party with this company was the only event I’ve ever attended where I felt cool. The age of the room was also older, which was nice. It used to be Mike, his bosses and a bunch of really young people. There were still a lot of young people, but there were some people our age as well. There were even people with spouses and kids. Amazing!
That first geeky Christmas party? There were young men who brought their mothers as dates. Having a wife made Mike some kind of rare and fantastic creature. He was probably one of the few people who got to have sex more than three times in their whole life.
Let’s not talk about Mike’s work party any more.
Instead, let’s talk about my poor nose. I made a bad, bad mistake a few weeks ago. Something got left in the diaper bag. I don’t know what. I just know the whole car reeked of mold the other day.
The diaper bag was the source of the odor. A small container full of black mold had dripped all over the bottom of the bag. It was so old that there was no way to identify the original contents.
I washed everything that could be washed–changing pad, clothes, weight lifting gloves, etc–and threw away all the disposable items.
Several of the washed items still smell like mold even though they’ve been bleached.
The biggest problem is the diaper bag. It’s beautiful. Gorgeous. Wonderful. Way too expensive.
And non-washable.
Stupidstupidstupidstupid me. Why would I buy a non-washable diaper bag?
The outside can be easily wiped down, but there is no way to wash the inner lining. I can’t just throw it in the wash. I’ll totally ruin all the leather accents.
I poured a bunch of baking soda in the bag and that helped some. I tried to sun it to kill the mold, but it has been too cloudy and rainy. It’s currently sitting by the back door so I can take it out again tomorrow, but the stupid thing is making my allergies go crazy.
I don’t know what I’m going to do if I can’t kill the mold in the sun. Maybe dip just the liner in a vinegar solution somehow? My poor, poor diaper bag.