On 5th day of December my true loves gave to me, five pieces of paper glued to the floor.
Chris and I went on a real live date Friday night and "pretended we didn't have children" (Douglas' definition of a date). We came home and found that the baby sitter did not consider cleaning up kids dinner messes as part of her job description (not that I don't empathize with the nasty predicament one finds oneself in while watching my kids and I really did feel pity and a slight twinge of guilt but it went away once I closed the front door and took a deep breath of diaper free air). So where a puddle of milk lay from the predictable nightly spill, there too lay 5 sheets of drawing paper stuck to the tile with the newly discovered adhesive known as lactose. The glued papers are still there soaking up a 1/4 cup of water while I prepare to scrape them off of the tile.
On the sixth day of December my true loves gave to me 6 minutes to shower.
During those six minutes I washed and studied French, German, Spanish, Swedish, Russian, and some other language I didn't know I knew. This is the reason I sometimes buy expensive shampoo, for the language lessons. I can read "for frizzy and unmanageable hair. Massage into scalp, rinse and avoid getting into eyes. Follow up with smoothing conditioner" in at least 5 languages now. Who knew 6 minutes could be so educational. Though, some of the sentences translated into something like "blah, blah, blah, shampoo, blah, blah, blah, shampoo..."