Twenty minutes of my life yesterday consisted of googling "hamburger grease clog" due to the english muffin floating in the full sink of greasy dishes and water. I thought I remember reading somewhere that bread will soak up the fat globules. In that case, maybe I should eat more bread.
It pretty much ended up draining on its own, with a loud sucking "WHOOOOSH" that scared TJ and I in the living room. After that, TJ and I put a concoction of apple cider vinegar and baking soda down the sink, which may not have helped the clog, but looked damn cool. Then we boiled water and put that down the sink too.
Then I tried to put the sick 5-month-old girl down for a nap, which didn't work out as well as I had hoped.
As that is happening, TJ is watching Sesame Street videos online (God Bless Sesame Street) as I am reading an article on how to remove lice from one's head. No valid reason whatsoever for reading that, except that it was pretty well written and interested me.
I hear a beautiful singing voice from the computer singing "One, Two, Three, Four." It was so stunning, I took a moment to stop reading my lice article to listen. It was so clear and beautiful, it seriously brought a tear to my eye. The singer is Feist.
Today I listened to her stuff on itunes and while it is still gorgeous, it was such a moment yesterday when I first heard her on Sesame Street that hearing the "real" version of the song did not do it for me.
I think it had to do with the fact that I love having the kids this small and Sesame Street to me just rocks and it is cool that they have pop culture singers on it and maybe a little emotional from getting oh about four hours sleep the night before.