I went to the Urgent Care clinic this morning for a UTI beauty treatment, and already I am feeling a lot less like flinging my poor afflicted body off a ledge prettier. This paragraph takes a huge confident stride into TMIville, I realize. Sorry. (Not really sorry. I feel too much better to feel sorry.)

The BEST thing about an, er, beauty emergency that occurs right after closing time on Friday afternoon is that I am forced to go to the weekend Urgent Care, which means Paul is home and I don’t have to bring any children with me. There are only so many times I can say, “PLEASE don’t lick that” before I lose my borderline-germphobic mind.

Today I brought a BOOK to read in the waiting room! And I didn’t have to explain ANYTHING to ANYBODY, other than “what I was there for” to “who I was there to see,” which is okay because everyone involved was a consenting adult and nobody said “But WHY?”

Then, of course, I had to fill the prescription, and what could be more convenient than the Target pharmacy? And when they said, “10-15 minutes,” I said, “Oh dear no, TAKE YOUR TIME” and went browsing around in the near-total silence of both my ears and my mouth, broken only by the sound of OTHER people’s whining children, which is like the sweet relief of listening to a phone you don’t have to answer.

I bought some Girl Scout Cookie ice cream, and the cutest little baking sheet EVER (it’s for a toaster oven and it is SO WEE), and there wasn’t really anything on clearance but I looked at the picked-over remains, and I considered a shirt for Elizabeth, and then with HUGE reluctance I went and paid for my prescription.

I wanted to take the first pill right away, but I was already at my car before I remembered that, so instead of going back inside to the drinking fountains I went to Wendy’s and got a fish sandwich combo, which I know will totally gross out some of you but MAN I love fast-food fish. And I took my first health-restoring pill with a big drink of diet Coke, followed by a french fry from a packet I didn’t have to share.

Then I drove home in a quiet car. Best time I’ve had in weeks. I should have a beauty treatment more often.

My Wii Fit’s daily fitness tip for me was that I should have protein and sugar after a workout. So I put TONS of pecans on my sundae.

(Paul looked at it and said, “Don’t we have cherries?”)

This morning I went to Target with the three littles, which is a crazy plan but I thought I was going to go crazier if I stayed in the house with them one more day. Plus, I had a prescription to pick up, and the automated voice system gets cranky if you don’t pick up within ten days.

I’m sooooo glad I went, because TOTAL SCOREAGE. I’m just showing one of each item, but in some cases I got two so I’d have one to keep and one for a future Swistle care package.

Four different cute notebooks, assorted sizes. Pack of cute notecards, stack of cute round paper, another pack of cute notecards, and gift tags. Re the gift tags: I already HAVE those gift tags, because Jess Loolu gave them to me back when we did the very first pay-it-forward package (on this blog, I mean, not, like, in the history of the world). And I love them, and I use them sparingly to make them last. So I’m happy to have another set, either to use myself or to give away in a future care package.

Box of recipe cards. Sheet of Elvis stickers. Another box of gift tags, this time solid-color.

Three more cute notebooks. I love notebooks.

Hello Kitty napkins, cute oval notecards, pretty stationery, pink argyle post-it cubes (center), and three more cute notebooks (because of love of same).

Princess napkins. Two slightly different (one is circles; the other is squares) sets of mod birthday candles. Pack of flower stickers (also got Hello Kitty and those little animals with huge eyes, but I must have forgotten to take a picture of those). Cute pens. Cute mechanical pencils. Cute non-mechanical pencils.

Arts and crafts stuff. A kit that makes custom bouncy balls. Assorted coloring kits of the “no mess” and “color with water” varieties. A…hover launcher. And a set of double-ended crayons.

Large birthday gift bags, birthday-themed tissue paper, and three rolls of wrapping paper (2 birthday, 1 all-purpose). This is particularly awesome timing because we have a birthday party to go to on Saturday. I like to do up the package, but not when it’s $4 for the gift bag and $1.50 for the tissue.

EVERYTHING was 75% off. It was MADNESS. I had to take both twins out of the cart so I’d have room for all the STUFF. Now I want to go to the other Target in our area so I can scrounge for more stuff.

Now. Sometimes when I have a huge score, there is complaining that other people’s Targets are not as good as mine. And that may very well be. In fact, the situation might be that you and I share a Target, and I am stripping it clean before you get there. But if this is not the case, I have a few tips to help you make your Target the very best Target it can be:

1. Go SOON. I did some HEAVY PICKING at my Target today, and there were two other women doing heavy picking as well. If you wait until Saturday, or even until Friday, there might be nothing left.

2. Go to the ENDCAPS. The endcaps are the ends of the aisles that face the walls rather than facing the main aisles. NEW stuff goes on the caps near the main aisles; CLEARANCE stuff goes in mixed heaps on the caps near the walls.

There might also be good clearance mixed in with the non-clearance stuff on the shelves, but it’s less likely.

3. Be patient and persistent. Sometimes a Target has NOTHING, and sometimes it has TONS. And sometimes, like in the case of my brown toile bird shower curtain, NO Targets had them, and then there was a big pile at one of the Targets I’d already checked. So I think sometimes they consolidate.

4. In fact, how about just going to Target every day? That’ll do it.

In the mood for a pissy irrelevant rant? OH GOOD ME TOO.

I sure am glad I’m not in the public eye right now: my house and family couldn’t live up to that kind of scrutiny. One of the things making me all crabby about the octuplets story is the way news sources (by which I mean celeb mags, obv) bring up insignificant parts of Nadya Suleman’s life as if they were evidence against her. Some things matter, some things don’t—and the fact that her children don’t have bed frames DOESN’T MATTER. It’s just something that sounds bad if you don’t think it through (sample: “Wait, does it MEAN anything bad if a bed doesn’t have a frame?”).

Though my children’s beds all have frames (whew, I’m a fit mother!), one of my friends DELIBERATELY puts her children’s mattresses on the floor—even though her living-in-the-household husband (and father to their non-fertility-treatment-conceived children) makes a kajillion dollars and AFFORDING or FINDING ROOM for the bed frames is not at all a problem. She prefers it because it makes falling out of bed a non-issue and because her husband is a doctor and says mattresses on the floor are better for spine development.

I guess, though, that my friend’s children should be taken away from her, because “mattresses on the floor” = “unacceptable living conditions.” In what country would that be, where having a nice clean firm mattress on an indoor, non-vermin-infested floor, under a non-leaking, solid roof, in a heated house where no insect nets are needed over the beds, is neglect and abuse?

The clutter, too. The photos of the clutter in her house are not that different from what a photo would look like of MY house, if someone visited unexpectedly during the day, except that her carpets looked cleaner. And oh dear, because is toy clutter now a sign of parental unfitness? If so, I am in TRUH-BULL. And I have one fewer child in the house than she does, so I have less of an excuse!

Now I’m hyper-aware of what a celebrity-mag review of MY living conditions could look like. This morning, if a reporter had stopped by unexpectedly and at a poor moment, she could have reported:

1) A child with a dirty diaper, crying in a playpen.
2) Toys all over the floor.
3) Laundry piled high in three different bedrooms.
4) Unmade beds; sheets on one bed not changed for more than 2 weeks.
5) Child still in pajamas after breakfast.
6) Child with hair still ratty in the back from sleeping.
7) Breakfast dishes still on table, including sippee cup of room-temperature milk.
8) Crumbs on the floor. Partially-eaten GRAHAM CRACKER on the floor.

Man, doesn’t that look awful? And yet I assure you, the children are loved and well cared for, and the hair did eventually get combed, and I got to the diaper as soon as I noticed it, which did not take long TRUST ME (what did that child EAT??).

And oh god, please let her not bring a photographer with her to document:

1) The scunginess around the back of the toilet.
2) The dust build-up in the corners.
3) The dishes in the sink.
4) The dish on the counter, with an elderly cat eating off it.
5) The toy clutter, oh my dear Target, the toy clutter.
6) The area under the couch, which is probably 3 inches thick.
7) The scunginess around the faucets.

Oh, no: are they going to have someone dig into my past, too?

1. A marriage that lasted less than a year.
2. A year in therapy to resolve anxiety issues (FAIL).
3. Several cigarettes while UNDERAGE.
4. Bottle of vodka while UNDERAGE.
5. Took Percocet after c-sections—AND ENJOYED IT.
6. When Paul lost his job, we ACCEPTED UNEMPLOYMENT CHECKS.
7. We had all our children while we were covered by health insurance, which means OTHER PEOPLE helped pay for our children’s births.
8. We send our children to public schools, which means OTHER PEOPLE help pay for their education.

It makes me so FURIOUS that anyone would use any of these things to judge someone’s ability to PARENT. Seriously, a child can live in GENUINE SQUALOR and still be loved and well cared for—but a nice house with wall-to-wall, running water, indoor plumbing, a good roof, several bedrooms, and a mattress for everyone is NOT squalor. “Clean” clutter (that is, not heaps of rotting food and fly-covered diapers, but just blocks and other toys) on the floor means nothing except that a household has children in it. Unemployment and disability checks show a faulty character only if you are NOT unemployed/disabled when you accept them.

OTHER ISSUES ASIDE, a person’s ability to parent successfully can’t be judged by their furniture and other material possessions, or by their interest in housecleaning. Thank god.

Get Up and Play is having a baby guessing contest for a prize package. I LOVE baby-guessing contests!

Life is Good (who won my recent baby-guessing contest for my niece) is having a contest for a spring pick-me-up package (including cloth napkins and napkin rings!).

Want Not is having a contest to win some EXTREMELY EXPENSIVE (SIX dollars!! EACH!!) cloth napkins!

I get pretty frustrated with the themes of children’s TV shows. Not frustrated enough to turn off the TV and interact with the children myself, but pretty frustrated. Major themes:

1. You can be anything.
2. You should always be yourself.
3. If you are unsuccessful, unhappy, or unliked, it is because you’re not believing in yourself and/or being yourself.

So there will be an episode where a character tries to be “cool,” and instead this results in them being clumsy and wrecking stuff for other people, and other people get angry and don’t like it. So the character acts like himself/herself instead, and everyone loves him/her.

Lesson: Be yourself and everyone will love you! Second lesson: If you’re clumsy, or if people don’t like you, this means you’re not being yourself. If you were being yourself, everything would go right and everyone would love you.

And since you can be anything you want to be, if you’re being something OTHER than what you want to be, you are a failure. Never mind that almost everyone wants to be the president or an astronaut or a ballerina or a writer or an actor, and almost nobody wants to be the other 9,999 out of 10,000 jobs: if you are not What You Want To Be, you’re probably not being yourself.

I think this is really dumb. But of course I WOULD, since I never did become a ballerina.

White = terrible clothing color for children.

I am having kind of a perky, excited kind of day. MANY REASONS.

1. I ordered about one (1) million dollars’ worth of reusable pads and now I am VERY KEEN to try them out and to tell you what I think of them. (Yes, I will warn you before I start to tell you so you have a chance to avert your eyes. Hello, male college friends! Hello, Dad! Hello, squeamish girls!)

2. On this post about cloth napkins and napkin rings, my friend Maureen commented that she’d found some great clearance napkin rings at Kohl’s, and that she WOULD have bought ME some except she wanted them all for HERSELF. So, I don’t know, it depends on how you define “friend,” but I count “giving the heads-up on an obscure shopping thing even if she DOESN’T SHARE,” and I went to Kohl’s this weekend and bought not one, not two, not three, not four, not AND SO ON napkin rings, but TWENTY-TWO napkin rings for 39 cents each down from $3.99 each, and $3.99 is a ridiculous price for a single napkin ring but 39 cents is perfect. So now I am SWIMMING in napkin rings and I suppose you might be wondering why I would need 22 of them for my family of 7, but HELLO, I might suddenly CHANGE PERSONALITIES and start throwing HUGE DINNER PARTIES. And maybe someday we really will have the Dreamy Dreamy Dream House and I’ll need napkin rings for everybody! Actually, it’s because I bought one of each kind for our household, and then I bought duplicates to send out whenever I send out cloth napkins in the future, in case I do that. Plus, OKAY FINE I got caught up in the excitement. 39 cents!

3. I won my first Want Not contest, and notice how I use the word “first” like I’m planning on winning many, many more. (I totally AM planning that.) I won five coupons for free tubs of “decorator” Clorox wipes, which is TOTALLY AWS because my kids’ teachers are always begging for Clorox wipes and then I go and look at the price and I’m like “Whoa,” so instead I buy the tissues and the hand soap they also beg for, but it’ll be nice to send in the expensive stuff for a change. PLUS I am getting a reusable tote, and I totally love reusable totes, and I am also getting an APRON, and the apron MATCHES the tote, so I am going to be totally stylin while doing my shopping.

4. I am having So! Much! Fun! doing a care package swap with Lisa of It’s Pretty Okay. Lisa lives in JAPAN, so there was no frocking way I was mailing a package all the way there (it’s like $50 to mail a SMALL package that weighs less than a CAT) (not that I’d mail a cat, even though I have extras), but it turns out that because she’s in a military family I could use the APO/FPO flat rate box which lets you ship a nice satisfyingly big box for less than twelve dollars. To JAPAN!! So Lisa and I are exchanging surprise care packages, and I am feeling all happy about it. It was fun putting together a package, and it will be fun RECEIVING a package. Lisa and I both struggled with some Package Performance Anxiety (“What if she hates this? What if she’s sorry she ever agreed to do this??”), but we overcame it and went instead for the THIS IS SO FUN! attitude.

5. Amazing Trips (a TRIPLET blog, not a travel blog as I assumed the first time I saw it a couple of years ago) (and by the way, in child math, triplets are twice as many children as twins) is doing a raffle for a KitchenAid mixer. I just entered and OOOOOO I WANT TO WIN SO BAD. I love love love my KitchenAid mixer, but the other day Edward pulled it down off the counter (!!!) and luckily for Edward’s head it fell not on Edward’s head but on its speed lever, but that was kind of unlucky for the speed lever. Also, the whole thing is out of alignment now and doesn’t mix like it used to. And also-also, it’s white, and I want pink or light blue or maybe spring green. So I’m tempted not to tell you about the raffle, because the fewer people who enter, the better chance I have of winning. But my chances are so slim anyway I LOVE YOU SOOOO MUCH, I’m telling you about it anyway.

6. Two and a half cups of coffee. So far.

Oh, hey. I have kind of an embarrassing question to ask. I thought about just not asking it, but I really do need input. I’m preparing to make an expensive purchase and I think it’s better to get recommendations about these things. But…this involves feminine hygiene products. So if that kind of thing squigs you out, now’s the time to take a powder.

I cannot believe it was almost TWO YEARS AGO that I read these two posts by Jonniker talking about the, er, Diva Cup. And The Keeper. And The Moon Cup. Each of which, if you’re not familiar with the names, is a little cup that is inserted into the tampon region for the tampon purpose, but unlike a tampon it is reusable. You, ah, empty/rinse it out periodically during the day.

The comments on those posts were some of the funniest I’ve ever read. By the time the discussion was over (it took a long time to die down), I was definitely planning to buy one of those things. I totally get how some people are grossed out but I’m just NOT grossed out even a little bit (I did the Fertility Awareness Method for YEARS, and that involves checking your cervical fluid), so ANYWAY it seemed like a good match for me. But I was pregnant at the time (!) and then I was nursing, and I didn’t have much incentive to buy anything of the sort.

And now it has been two years. And I realized there is another reason I haven’t made this purchase: I HATE tampons. I use pads. I’m not saying I LOVE pads, but they don’t bother me either. So you know what makes more sense for me to try? Launderable pads.

You’re a little worried, aren’t you, that this means I’m going Environcrazy. Next I’ll be eschewing launderable pads in favor of LEAVES from the BACKYARD. Would it be reassuring if I mentioned that I use an entire flush of the toilet to dispose of a bug? It’s true. Also, I don’t turn my computer off at night because it’s too much trouble to push the on button in the morning.

In fact, I’m a little worried that the only reason I’m interested in this at all is that when I was searching for cloth napkins on Etsy I accidentally found a bunch of THE CUTEST reusable pads EVAR in this shop. I mean! Will you look at this?

Pink paisley, forthuhluvuhguh. And this!:

I WANT. I almost bought them without even investigating if they’re any GOOD. I mean, do they leak? Do they stain? Do they shrink? Do they fade? These are the questions a person should be asking herself, rather than “Are they cute?”

Anybody still reading? If so, and if you have experience with this sort of thing, can you tell me what to look for or where to buy? I know I could also theoretically make my own, but that would involve theoretical sewing abilities, and really I am MUCH better at shopping.

You’ve probably noticed already how no one can say WORD ONE about a childbirth experience without LOTS of other people chiming in. There’s a certain “flock of chickens” charm to it. I notice it most often with a new mother who is trying to tell her childbirth story, and she gets to say only about half a sentence at a time because all the other mothers keep jumping in to say how that half a sentence is or is not the same as how their labors went. It’s automatic and unpreventable, and it MATTERS NOT if you have heard these stories MANY TIMES BEFORE: you will hear them again anyway.

I was thinking about this yesterday when I saw Jonniker‘s Twitter update about how she was off to Labor & Delivery because her water had broken with a weird pop first thing that morning—and I was irresistibly compelled to EMAIL HER to tell her that OMG, that’s how MY first labor started over ten years ago WE ARE PRACTICALLY SISTERS!!! Now I’m picturing that weird little email sitting in her inbox while she’s, you know, GIVING BIRTH, and unaware as yet of this AMAZING COINCIDENCE. Maybe I should see if I can find out the number of her hospital? Or I could just contact the local news.

Well. Anyway. Here is the question I have for you today: If YOU have ever gone into labor, how did it start? What was the FIRST THING? Feeling funny? A contraction? Water breaking? Did it wake you in the middle of the night, or was it first thing in the morning, or were you going about your day, or were you at a doctor appointment? Did you know right away that it was labor, or did you look back afterward and say, “AH yes! That WAS labor!”

If you’ve never gone into labor but are eager to join in the discussion (I myself feel a little sad if there’s a question and I’m not eligible to answer it), you could also write about what was the first thing that happened in your mother’s labor with YOU, or the first thing that happened in a friend or relative’s labor. Everyone can play!