an ode to my sheets

I love clean sheets. They are one of my favorite things. I may have mentioned that a time or seven.

I used to wash my sheets every week. I used to clean the house every week, too. But that was back before I had kids. And internet. Kids and internet take up a lot of my free time.

Now that we are living in our own place, with our own washer and dryer, washing sheets is way more convenient than it used to be. I was so excited for it.

But then Easton was born. Easton, with all his crazy skin problems. Easton, who ate in the middle of the night for FOREVER, it seemed to me. Easton, who would come in contact with my sheets. Which meant, unfortunately, they had to be washed in dye-free, SCENT-FREE detergent.

What a sad state of affairs. No more clean-smelling sheets. Instead, they would smell like nothing. Like NOTHING! For about one day, I guess, and then they would smell like formula spit-up.

But now Easton sleeps in his own room, in his own bed, and never comes in contact with my sheets. You know what that means? For the first time in about four years, my sheets can be washed weekly in yummy-smelling detergent. And I can enjoy clean sheets once more.

Let me hear you now..."CEL-E-BRATE GOOD TIMES, COME ON!"

mailbox: before and after

When you move in December in Minnesota the mailbox can cause a few problems. Well, really only one problem: it's impossible to dig a hole.

And by impossible, I mean "possible but expensive and time-consuming" (i.e., not for me).

So we had a solution: freeze the post in a five-gallon bucket. And it worked well, during the winter and into the spring. Sure, there was that time I came home to the mailbox tipped over and mail scattered all over the road, but no harm done.

It was, however, getting really old. I was afraid the whole thing was going to tip over into the vehicle and scratch it all up. Or the mail lady was going to leave us a nasty note reminding us that the ground was no longer frozen and hey, got on that already.

Finally last week we fixed it. A call to Gopher One and two hours later, VOILA!

A definite improvement. Please take special note of the house number painted on the mailbox. A bang-up job, if I do say so myself.

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