Step step splash!

So Friday night, I come home... and my internet won't work. No problem I think, I'll just reset the box-thingie in the office. Since I never work at my desk anymore... it's a pain to reset the thingie, but of course with Justin gone I'm addicted to the "check mail" button on my desktop. So off I go and as I step over the giant annoying pile of laundry-to-do...

SPLASH!

At first I think "what on earth did I spill" but then I soon realize that almost half the bedroom is flooded. Not like things floating from one end to the other, but to the point that whenever I take a step, some nice icy water comes up and over my foot. At first I think the window is broken or something, after all it had been raining all day. But then I realize that it must be something else.

I end up spending three hours sucking up water with my carpet cleaner until I finally find the emergency number for maintenance and have them come out. The nice guy then spends a couple hours sucking up more water with his machine and cutting a nice hole in my wall.

Turns out a pipe cracked (not frozen, just wore out in a joint) and he could tell it had happened before from the drywall. Sigh... such a fun night I had.

Worst part is, I had been shopping like crazy all day, and once I go shopping my favorite thing to do is take everything out of the bags and look at it, cut the tags off, and put them away. And this stupid flood got in the way of all that. Stuff still sits in bags today because I guess it's a same day rush. Now it just sounds like work.

Wet and sloshy!

Blah day

I hate the snow.

Ice and all that crap.

Blah.

More talkie later.

PS3 vs. Wii

I am so easily amused! Did I mention that we owned a Wii for a few short hours? Long story.

Feeling the need for a diaper debate!

I'm curious how many people start using cloth diapers but then change their mind because disposables are easier.

Justin and I don't have kids yet, but I decided awhile ago that whenever we do, I want to use cloth diapers. It all started when I saw the commercial for Cool Alert Pull-Ups . Something about this drives me crazy! All I can think is... "I don't want a chemical reaction in my child's diaper!"

However, whenever I tell someone my plan, they look at me with this what-the-heck-are-you-thinking-crazy-lady look. In fact the last time I had this conversation with my mother she told me that she doubts it will last, after I have a screaming baby in one hand and a dirty diaper I have to rinse off in the other, that I'll be begging for disposable.

Until today, I always thought this was crazy. I could handle it... I'm awesome... I'm going to breast feed and make my own baby food... UNTIL TODAY!

As I walked to the bathroom again, with a wad of TP around doggy poo for the tenth time today... I am beginning to doubt how well I'll really do with diapers I have to wash myself.

Sigh... my cruchy momma dreams are heading out the window.