Why I’m not a fan of the bathroom at Michael’s

Public restrooms are never an enjoyable place as we all know. However, I’ve recently become even less of a fan of the bathroom at Michael’s (the craft store). On a trip to Michael’s for some pre-Christmas craft supplies and I should have known better than to have several cups of tea before our journey, but it was one of those mornings when I needed more of a pick me up than usual.  You know late nights, restless sleep, oh and say a toddler.

So half way through the trip, off to the ladies room with Mazie. I headed for the handicap stall because Mazie was recently the lucky recipient of an American Girl doll bitty baby, which she insists on bringing everywhere with us, and the regular stall would be a bit cramped. Bad move.

As I’m sitting (well attempting to squat without sitting) in the far corner of the stall, my child decides it would be prudent to suddenly learn how to open the stall door and run out.  Again remember, multiple cups of tea here.  So of course I scream all sorts of you you get back here young lady’s, which does result in her return, but not of the guilty conscience.  She’s now empowered by the fact that she can indeed open the door and do what she wants.  So, again still squatting here, she now throws her new Abby doll (aforementioned brand new American Girl bitty baby) on the floor.  The public restroom bathroom floor people!

Which of course results in many more pick that up young lady’s.  Well now she’s mad and has decided (reminder still peeing here) that it would be a good idea to shove Abby under our stall to the stall next door, which of course is not acceptable to me nor to her, because now Abby is in the next stall and she’s not.  Thus, logic would dictate that she crawl under the stall…public restroom floor here people…to the stall next door.

Now I’m finally done ridding myself of the massive amount of tea I previously ingested, gussy myself up, and then throw open the door of the stall next door to retrieve my child and an Abby doll that both need to be sanitized head to toe.

Seriously people, can’t a mummy use the ladies room with a bit of dignity?  Anyhew and this is why I’m not a fan of the bathroom at Michael’s

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Imagine if THIS were the first election of your lifetime…

I’m a political junkie. For the last two years, I’ve watched all the coverage, listened to all the talk radio, read blogs, thought about issues, etc. However, I’m not a “supporter”, meaning that I haven’t, to date and not sure I’ll ever be, one of those folks who puts a sign in the yard, wears a button, or volunteers for a candidate’s campaign. That’s not to say I’m not highly invested in the way in which any election goes, it just means that I vote for my candidates choosing to do so because I think they are the best of the worst options. Even if I was running for office, I’d vote for myself with trepidation because I know I have flaws and strengths and so do all the candidates who run.

So background aside, I’ve just been struck by the fact that THIS election is the first election in my daughter’s life. Now politics aside, imagine a world where THIS election was the first of your lifetime — this historic election where there was no other possibility but to have either an African American or a woman elected on a ticket. This election where technology played such a huge roll in the voting outcome, where youth mobilized to voice opinions on both sides of the fence in ways not seen in elections past, where it appears we will have record voting turnouts signaling an immense sense of engagement and commitment by citizenry in how our future will be shaped, and where in the end we elected the first African American to the highest office in the land.

What will it mean for my daughter as she grows up? We can only wait and see, but it’s it exciting to imagine what it will be like if this was the foundation of your political history.

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