Three Thought Thursday: Episode 4

1. If you're of the male variety, read no further. Let me drop a few words to stop you in your tracks: "period." "cramps." "hormones." There. Now that hopefully all the males that would even consider reading this blog have stopped, I'll begin my rant on my detestation of these things. Grrrr. I suppose I had gotten spoiled. Seriously, I had gone just a little over two and a half years with just one visit from Aunt Flo. (back to back pregnancies will afford you such luxuries...) "Out of sight, out of mind" is a good way to describe how I was feeling toward this whole process and now that it's back, absence had definitely not made the heart grow fonder. I must admit, I'm not a horrible cramper, don't writhe in pain for days, and don't turn in to a she-devil (that I know of); I just don't like the way I feel overall when the ol' "semi-colon" comes to town. (That's what my grandfather, father of five daughters, chose to call it.) It's almost like I walk around in a daze, running on about two cylinders. I guess I must give my thanks to breast feeding. It did get me eleven extra months, after all. But despite the fact that I haven't stopped breast feeding, my body decided it was time to get back to the real world. Actually, I'm pretty sure that I'm cut from a fertile fold of fabric and my body thinks it should be in reproduction mode at all times. Sheesh. At least I don't have it as bad as my poor, poor cousin. She is exclusively breastfeeding her five-month-old and her "friend" has already returned! She must be cut from a double piece off the same bolt. I think I'd put my fist through a wall.

2. I love Target. Really, if I could have a shopping spree to any store in the world, I would pick Target. A few days ago while working at my sewing machine, I had a day dream where I was given thirty minutes to run through Target and get anything I wanted. I literally sat there while sewing and plotted out the path I would take through the store. Where I'd start, where I'd go next, which items I just had to included, and which items would be great, but not necessities. The whole process came complete with a team of people with carts running behind me to catch everything I threw over my shoulder. It was awesome. And it ended with a large Slurpee. Mildly disturbing considering this was not an actual dream and I was completely awake while thinking through this entire trip. Surely I've now scared the rest of you off. (since it should be just us girls reading, right?)

3. The product of the week needs just three words: Elmo's Potty Time. If you're potty training a little one or even considering it, go buy it. It's not expensive. And even if it was, it would be worth it. Even if your kid doesn't like TV. Even if you don't allow TV. This just might be a lifesaver for you like it was for me! Kolbe's not obsessed with it any more, but I'm considering framing it and hanging it above the boys' potty as a shrine of sorts. It's been automatically elevated to Asmussen Family Classic level. You know, up for several Oscars. (the Grouch, I suppose....)