first off, yesterday, my dear friend Laura and I spend 4 1/2 hours totally cleaning up my back yard. Punishingly hot, check. We went through water like no ones biz-nack. I have gone back there at least 4-5 times just to look, and sigh.... Nothing beats a good friend, and a clean backyard!
So, as a result of said work, my hamstrings are as tight as can be today. Drew needed a bath after spilling milk on himself during dinner. I also am not really sure when I last washed his hair.....So, I threw him in and started to check my email. Time sure flies because Drew turned into a prune, and he still wasn't officially clean. So, I did what any tired mom would (or I guess I am hoping that I am not the only one), I told him to thrash around in order to create enough bubbles to "get clean". He swam, turned, and slid (hey, his bum is clean now). After cleaning his face and ears with a washcloth, he seems done to me. (the key to happiness, lowering your expectations!)
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I give Ben permission to "thrash" all the time. Clean as a whistle! For myself, I prefer the old PTAP. :)
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