The hardest part of my day is the three hours when Tucker should be napping but isn’t. He’s cranky. I’m cranky. I would much rather be working sleeping fucking off online connecting with you lovely people than trying to entertain an overtired, over-stimulated three-year-old boy. Like a good friend said to me, when you’re on your third playground of the day, you know you’re in trouble. I had to come up with a new activity to fill those frustrating napless hours.
Anybody who knows me knows that whenever possible, I prefer NOT to “Do It Myself” (that’s DIY for all you crafty weirdos friends). So that you understand the depths to which I take not Doing It Myself, here are a few examples.
- My stepdaughter’s stuff was removed from her Disney-on-acid-pink bedroom in January. I immediately went out and bought paint to redo the walls Tucker-style. Six months have gone by and the paint is still sitting on the closet shelf. I finally told the hubs that we should just hire somebody to come do it. He agreed. I haven’t called anybody yet.
- Even though I quit my job when Tucker was born and was home all day doing nothing caring for my newborn, I retained our cleaning service.
- I hired a handyman to install a doorknocker.
There’s a bunch of other shit that I don’t do myself but the above gives you a good enough idea of my laziness. Anyway. I was recently faced with another napless afternoon, playgrounds that were too wet to play on, and could no longer take huddling in a pint-sized castle playing stupid flashlight games. So I got motivated, became all Martha Stuart like and invented a homemade carwash for Tucker.
Presenting Ghetto DIY. A homemade carwash.
Tucker loves carwashes almost as much as ninees. If your children are also fascinated with carwashes, here’s an easy DIY project comprised of things you already have in the house.
Take a box,* cut a doorway into it and on the other side, cut fringe to act as the carwash cloth-things that, um, wash.
Give your child a hairbrush, a toothbrush, some soap and a bucket. Strip him down, put him in your shower and voila. An hour of free entertainment. You’re welcome.
*Yes, that’s a Tampax box. It was handy. And colorful. For those of you who are less ghetto than I, feel free to use a classier box. Like Franzia or something.
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