Car ride home is uneventful - which is nice for a change because for some reason I think the Government workers usually wait for me to leave work and proceed to conduct drag races on the main roads all the way to our house. No, I'm serious - it's rare that I get a day where I'm not sitting at traffic lights next to some chain smoking, nail biting, make-up applying psycho in their Tarago, revving their engine, eyeing me off, daring me to take them on and get past them before 2 lanes merge into 1.
And that's just the guys.
Is it any wonder people think Government workers are unstable**? Or may be that's just here...
Anyway, we make it home in comfortable non-drag-race fashion and grab the mail.
I am EXTREMELY pleased to see that I have a parcel card in the mail box. Mega excited! Even made being rained/down poured on less irritating.
So I tell the Toddler we're going to collect a parcel from the post office. And as a result all the way to the post office I get sung a song about going to the post office to get a parcel. Awesome stuff.
I park the car and decide that since I'm going to have to swim to the parcel collection window it's going to be easier to leave the Toddler in the car and run over. Yeah, I know - not exactly high level parenting but as I waded my way through the water it become increasingly clear that I'd made the right choice.
I dump my swim fins and snorkel and go up to the parcel collection window, hand over my parcel card and wait.
I love getting parcels. Even if I know what it is. Some days I'm tempted to send myself something from work in a box just to be able to get a parcel.
Yeah - I'm tragic. But at least I can admit it.
So, the moment of truth arrives and the parcel is placed in my hands. I take a look and it dawns on me...
I squeal and say (probably too loudly) "Oh excellent! My nappies are here!"
Now, the lady looked at me kind of funny - so I felt the need to explain that they were for the Toddler. She looked around for a child and when she couldn't see one just said "sure, okay". Like I was making it all up.
As a result the Guru will be collecting parcels for our family. I don't know that I could face the post office lady who thinks I have to wear adult nappies on a regular basis. And to make matters worse that I have to order some sort of special adult nappy to be shipped here - I'm not even normal enough to grab my adult nappies from Coles like everyone else.
Oh the shame.
It's at this point that I develop the ability to walk on water in order to get away from the embarrassment a little bit faster.
But once I am far, far away from the lady who thinks I wear nappies the excitement returns. YEAH - I got my very first lot of modern cloth nappies for the Toddler.
We get home and I tear open the post bag with my teeth. No, I actually had to - going to the drawer and getting scissors would have wasted precious ogling time.
And they are magnificent. I love them. They are fabulous. Would you like to see them? Okay...
I am so excited to have them and the Toddler is wearing one tonight. I put the middle nappy above on her this afternoon and this is how it looks:
But a better example of how fab they look is here...
|Oh yeah - me and mah super cool nappeh...|
|Me and mah super cool nappeh showin' the cat who's boss...|
|And just a quick pose to show everyone how fab mah 'sheepy shoes' look with mah new nappeh|
I love the Toddler's new nappies - they look so good. Thank you Hailey!!
And who knows, maybe at some stage I'll take photographic evidence and show the post office lady that the nappies weren't for me.
**no offence to anyone who is a Government worker...I'm sure you, yourself, are quite stable. And if you are unstable...well...I'll drag race you tomorrow on the way home...it's the only way to settle this argument.