I hate using my shampoo as soap. When I run out of soap, what else can I do.......
Trip to the store, try a new scent!
Tropical escape sounds fabulous!
Turns out to be more post traumatic stressish.....Guess I have been attracted to the tropical escape title before. In fact it would have been September 9, 2007, about 1:00 in the afternoon. That brain is a sneaky organ! I went to the store to buy what I needed to move into the NICU, at the time I thought I (would be watching him die.)
Suddenly my warm shower turns into a flood of sickening feelings and emotions. I'm ok, Alex is ok, deep breath, except there is that smell again......It is ok, remember that time I think to myself, when I forgot to grab a towel, of course didn't know until I'm dripping wet. Stick my head out the door? No, not comfortable asking the doctor to grab me a towel on his way to resuscitate someone. Hmmmm, stand here until I dry? Aaahhhh, paper towels! Not so bad, little scratchy. Enough to open my c-section incision a bit. Ain't no thang!