As my parents' apple, I have surely fallen far from their tree. My mom washes her sheets regularly. I only wash sheets twice a year, unless somebody pees on them or bleeds on them (and sometimes not even then, since Noah has so many nosebleeds).
Today is my biannual sheet changing day, taking off the flannels and putting on the cooler ones. I stripped Noah's bed and discovered a huge rip in the plastic mattress protector, so I decided to duct tape it. Which leads me to the next way the apple has fallen far from the tree...
My dad is a professional duct-taper. He can (and will) duct tape anything with ease. Now here's a secret about me that I don't think anyone knows: I'm duct-tape challenged. I have trouble cutting it, using it, even finding it.
This morning I found it right where it was supposed to be, so I was off to a good start. But it was all downhill from there. I spun the roll around a few hundred times trying to find the beginning. Finally found it, couldn't pry it up. Finally got it started, pulled some out, and stabbed at it with a utility knife. It didn't cut like it does when my dad does it. It sort of bent over and stuck to itself and didn't come off the roll. I decided scissors would be better. I put the end of the tape in my mouth and pulled out a nice long strip, which got stuck in my hair.
Eventually, I did get the job done, but it took a long time and a lot of wasted tape. Another exciting day in my life! I can't believe anyone even reads this...
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