Smothering is a Relative Term

Okay, so I have all these back posts I need to do (since my card reader finally arrived), but I am lacking in time. I need to be more diligent in getting to bed, because sleep-deprived Maleen = cranky Maleen. This was all too evident yesterday when I tried to take a nap which ended in Pearl crying for an hour in her crib (since she is stubbornly refusing her second nap) while Daisy pretended to be in quiet time (she basically got out of bed and did whatever she darn well pleased for that hour) and I kept falling over in narcoleptic fits between children playing on the computer in my room and departing and returning from piano lessons. It was not a good hour. Robyn snitched on me when Dad got home, because he later told me that Robyn had informed him that she was going to clean the living room free of charge because Mom was a bit crabby. I think she was being generous by saying a bit.

So, my bed-time has been bumped up.

But I need to get some of these posts out, so I will bestow this story on you for the evening:

Vicki (my blessed mother-in-law) went to Vegas recently and came back with this fabulous nail decorating kit thing. There might be an actual name for it, but I don't know what it is. So we'll just call it, the Nail Stamper. It makes cool designs like this using nail polish instead of decals.

It was really fun to play with, and even more fun since Tyler talked me into growing my nails out recently, so I actually had nails to paint. I am a die-hard nail biter through and through, but every so often I grow them out to prove that my will is stronger than my dependencies. I have to do this with nails, because I haven't figured out how to give up sugar yet. Every time I try, I go into a spiral of binging on sweets. Which scares me, because I am not overweight and have no need to give up sweets, but just the thought of being deprived makes me crazy inside. I must have some serious eating issues, but I digress. Back to the nails.

I was getting ready for bed, and all my cotton was downstairs since we were using it to remove nail polish. I needed to take off my make-up so I ran downstairs and quickly grabbed a handful of stuff to move upstairs; cotton, nail polish remover, etc. I deposited items in the bathroom and started talking to Tyler about who knows what. I was just chatting with him while I took off my eye make-up.

I had just applied the cotton to my eye when the smell hit me. I didn't freak out, I just said 'Crap' and walked quickly to the bathroom berating myself for not paying attention to what I was doing. As I was flushing water over my eye repeatedly Tyler popped his head in and asked what was wrong. "Oh, I just used nail polish remover instead of eye makeup remover on my eye. Classic." Luckily, the smell stopped me from doing too much damage. I don't think that any nail polish remover actually got into my eye, because after excessive rinsing and opening my eye, it didn't sting. I think I was very lucky. But darn them for both having purple tops.

I almost grabbed the nail polish remover again the other evening, and I now make sure that I put it back under the sink after every use. After all, I really like seeing.