If you read nothing else today, read this. Noodleroux NAILS everything about pink, merchandising, charity and the smoke screen that breast cancer awareness has become. We all need to be smarter about where we pour our efforts and resources when it comes to stuff like breast cancer and the environment. Buying something because it's pink isn't harmful, but it also isn't helpful. There are much more effective methods, but they take more work and don't benefit places like Kohls Department Store or the NFL Fan Shop.
You came back? After reading her brilliant piece? Wow. That's dedication.
After reading what she wrote, I can't even try to be witty or wise. But I do feel validated in reading labels and working towards a more chemical-and-toxin-free environment.
True story: I mostly let the kids leave their rooms as they wish. A little dust, dirt and grit never hurt anybody. Once a week I call for laundry and wastebaskets to be emptied, a couple times a month I vacuum around the edges, but generally I let them alone. Mr. T keeps his digs neat as a pin. Mr. G hoards stuff, so his room gets sloppy but stays mostly organized. Mr. B is a full-on SLOB. Since I have to clean windows and that requires hiring a front loader to move some of their crap out of the way so I can reach the windows, I go in once or twice a year for a Big Clean. Today I took on Mr. B's room. I'm exhausted, but it looks great. His drawers are sorted, the laundry is pulled, there are piles of Legos in two corners, but I got under the bed to vacuum and snuck out some worthless stuff he'll never, ever miss. (Don't judge me. I'm not horrible--I threw out junk like inserts for Cabella's from the newspaper and broken toys he never plays with.) I rearranged his furniture to improve conditions and give him more floor space. Now I hope Mr. B can maintain it.
I've experienced astonishing levels of luck lately. The other night I got insomnia with only 60 pages left in Louise Penny's latest book, so I finished it after thinking it would take me at least 2 more days to learn the ending. The guys came to close the pool, and I showed up at the house just as they were determining I wasn't home so they should leave. I called Kristy for a haircut, knowing her maternity leave starts in a week and she had an opening that worked with my schedule. Consider yourself warned and don't bet against me in a card game.