The fifth non-blog post. More thoughts on the not brushing the teeth thing.

I've found that it's important for me to get up and brush my teeth before my husband leaves for the day. If I don't do it while he's changing a diaper or snuggling with the Tiny before he leaves in the morning, I might catch myself hours later (like today) with furry teeth. It tends to be a triage situation if I delay it. Decisions must be made about the most important thing to do with any spare minutes of the day. Sometimes slamming some food together and shoving it in my face is more important. Or going to the bathroom for a #1 or a #2 is more important. Or sometimes I just blank out about all the things I need to do and I zone out for a few minutes while Mr. Emmett Miller is taking a nap, somehow fooling myself that nothing really needs to be done right now ("Except I really need to file my nails, that is clearly the most important thing!").

It's sort of the same thing with getting dressed. With the getting dressed thing we can apply the Oxygen Mask Principle from the emergency procedures on an airplane. The instruction for people flying with children is to put the oxygen mask on themselves first, then the child. If I don't get myself dressed before Emmett, we're pretty much doomed to stay in our pajamas all day.

As I write this, I still have unbrushed teeth. But at least my kid is wearing a really cute outfit.