You may recall that I gave myself a Mother of the Year award back in “Tales from the Restaurant” when I escorted my butt-naked child through a heavily populated restaurant during dinner. Here’s another grand and glorious reason why I truly deserve this award…
A friend of mine lobbed the following question over email today to our mom-group and it made me really stop and think:
“How often are you supposed to clean the humidifier in your baby’s room? I’ve heard it’s every day?”
Crap, I think, as I vaguely recall a whopping three times (since Little Miss P’s birth) that I have ever touched that thing. And um, she’s almost a year old.
I pick up the cute little yellow ducky humidifier from it’s cute little area in her cute little room.
Holy Mother of God.
The thing is a petri dish of random particles. Christ, is that a minnow swimming around in there??
This is what the humidifier looked like to me yesterday –
And this is what it looks like to me today:
Here, sweet little baby, let me
all over your room. That’s healthy. Anyone seen my medal?