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Tabetha’s Tidbit: 1-Ply or 2-Ply?

Since it is close to Halloween, toilet paper seems like a good topic to post on. I had totally forgotten that yard rolling happens at this time of year and was not reminded until Halloween was over with. So, since it does you no good this year, maybe I can help you decide how to get the most for your money next year. I know you are all going yard rolling next year, right? (Believe it or not, I have never rolled a yard). πŸ™‚

When I first visited Rhode Island, I noticed that everybody was using 1-ply toilet paper. I began to wonder if they even sold 2-ply toilet paper up here! After moving here, I have discovered that they do indeed sell 2-ply. For some reason that I did not understand, everyone seemed to prefer 1-ply over 2-ply.

I grew up thinking that 1-ply was used in stores and schools, but nobody used it at home. Because my parents always used 2-ply and considered 1-ply “cheap,” I always thought it was not worth anything.Β  It seemed like a waste of money to me because everyone knows that you have to use twice as much 1-ply as 2-ply, right?

Just out of curiosity, I checked the prices here and discovered that 1-ply is cheaper per 100 squares, but that didn’t seem to make it cheaper to use because of the extra amount of 1-ply used. I was not convinced that it was a better deal.

One day about a year ago, because I had plenty of practice using 1-ply here in RI, I realized that I do not use twice as much 1-plyΒ  as 2-ply. I used a maximum of 50%Β  more 1-ply squares (I counted each and every square – just teasing). πŸ˜‰ Another thing that ultimately swayed me to the other side was the fact that young children tend to waste toilet paper (at least mine do). Either they roll it off onto the floor or, even worse, throw as much as possible into the toilet. I have decided that I might actually save money with the 1-ply.

Because I was so strongly against 1-ply all my life, I had to do a little test before I was convinced. I went ahead and bought a 4 pack of 1-ply to test. I was amazed at how long that four pack lasted. It lasted twice as long as a 2-ply 4 pack. I was convinced. I have used 1-ply ever since, only now that it has passed my inspection, I buy the 12 pack.

So, now I don’t even notice when Wal-Mart has 1-ply toilet paper in their bathrooms. I believe that, at least here in Rhode Island, 1-ply is the best frugal choice.Β  Then again, maybe it is the best deal because that is what everyone here prefers.But, hey, it never hurts to check out the price and compare, right?

You never knew there was such a science to something as simple as toilet paper, did you? πŸ˜€

Wishing Well of Whimsicality

We have developed a method to our madness! (sorry, I couldn’t resist). Seriously, we have found a way to help motivate our kids to help around the house. We give them money!

No, not real money; we made fake money that we call “wishers!” Whenever the kids do chores around the house, they get wishers. If they do a spectacular job or remember their chores without being reminded, they get even more wishers. If they fight or have a negative attitude while doing their chores, they lose wishers.

Now I am sure you are wondering why it is so exciting to have fake money. Well, they use the fake money to buy stuff! When there is one lone juice box in the refrigerator, they can buy the privilege of being the only kid to get a juice box while everyone else drinks out of a boring old cup! πŸ™‚ When someone wants to sit in a favorite chair, he/she can buy the privilege of sitting in the chair.

So, you can see that wishers also come in handy for settling disagreements! For example, if Peter and Phillip both want to play on the computer, the chance to go first can be auctioned. If Peter wins, he feels good because he gets to play on the computer first and Phillip feels good because he now has more wishers than Peter and can win the “auction” next time (as long as Anna doesn’t have more than Phillip)!

Other examples of times we give wishers are:

  • When potty training kids use the potty.
  • Phillip paid Peter to make his bed once.
  • When school is finished on time.
  • When they go above and beyond what they have to.

Note: We are being very careful not to let our kids think they can “buy” anything they want. We are making it clear to them that wishers are pretend and are not to be used on their friends to persuade them to make a toy trade…unless it is unfairly tipped to their advantage. Teasing……just teasing! πŸ˜€

A New Perspective on Life

A while back, when I was in a situation that I was not particularly thrilled with I said, “That usually doesn’t happen. Why did it happen this time?” This is a phrase I had been saying (or at least thinking) all my life. One day when I said the statement aloud, my husband said, “Well, you should be thankful that it doesn’t usually happen.”

Believe it or not, it actually took several years for the meaning of that statement to sink in. Instead of looking at the few times things are difficult for me and getting frustrated, I should be thankful for all those times when things are going well!

I must admit that this was a whole new perspective for me. Although I did not know it until recently, I have always had the tendency to look at the negative. I could take a good situation and make it sound awful, without even realizing it!! It was after this new perspective sank in that I was able to begin changing my negative perspective on life.

It is because of this new-found knowledge about myself and the way I view life that leads me to say that life is not worth living if there is no stress. Stress, for me, is usually caused by the most precious things to me. Things like my faith, my family, and my friends (wow……accidentally alliterated!). These things are worth getting stressed over. A stressful life with them is better, WAY better, than a peaceful life without them (if that is even possible).

Now all I have to do is remember this next time I am in the midst a stressful moment. Instead of getting stressed during those moments when all of my children are talking at once and expecting me to hear and understand them without anyone repeating a sentence, I should stop, take a deep breath, and say, “Praise the Lord that God gave me all these wonderful blessings!” Then I can sit down and teach my children conversation skills, such as waiting your turn to speak. πŸ™‚

Note: This is my submission for the “What I learned from” group writing project over at Middle Zone Musings.

Me? A Damsel in Distress?

For some reason I do not like to come across as a damsel in distress. I am not sure why. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I was a tomboy during my childhood years.

Yesterday at the grocery store, I was only getting a few things, so I did not get a cart or a basket to put my stuff in. The funny thing is that as I walked I kept seeing things I had forgotten to put on my list. So by the time I got to checkout, I was juggling 3 bottles of juice, a bag of carrots, a box of cereal, a bag of soy nuts, a package of lunch meat, a bag of onions, and a paper bag full of apples.

Because there was a line at the self checkout (which I go to a lot) and I was using both hands and my chin to hold everything, I cut in front of a guy just long enough to get a basket (with handles) to put my stuff in. The guy had to hand it to me because if I were to bend over to get it myself, I would drop half my stuff!

I managed to cram it all in the basket except for the orange juice and the bag of apples, both of which had handles. I had it all under control with a basket of food in one hand and the juice and apples in the other.

So far, so good! So far, I had managed myself acceptably well and still did not come across too much as a “wimpy” damsel in distress.

Just as that thought was slipping my mind, the handle to the apple bag broke and apples went everywhere. So, as I sat there dumbly looking at the broken bag, 3 “knights in shining armor” scrambled around chasing the apples that had just gone all over the floor!

Um…..maybe damsels in distress aren’t so wimpy after all? I hope not, anyway! 😐

Tabetha’s Tidbit: Where to Park?

It seems to be common among shoppers to drive around the parking lot looking for a space close to the store to save steps, but unless you are only buying a few things, parking close to the store does not actually save steps.

Let’s say you get the very first parking space that is not handicapped. After loading down your cart in the store, you push it out to load it all in your car. After working a miracle getting it all in your car, you are then stuck with an empty cart to put away. By the time you walk halfway down the parking lot to put it away, you have used all the extra steps you thought you had saved by parking close to the store.

If you park halfway down the parking lot, you can grab a cart on the way by and deposit it back in the cart rack after your shopping is done. No steps are saved by doing this, but you might save yourself a little time looking for a space. πŸ™‚

This advice is not intended for those who shop in stores that have cart racks in the front of the store, those who buy small quantities that can be carried out by hand, or those who refrain from returning the cart to the rack.

Craziest Hour of the Day

Here is my crazy hour for the day. I’m glad there was only one!!

Candice was quite fussy this morning, so I ended up putting her in her bed to cry safely while I mixed some infant oatmeal for her. As I was beginning on the oatmeal mix, an orange soda that had been calmly sitting on top of the refrigerator decided to take a leap onto the floor beneath it.

Now, you have to understand the reputation of our floor. It is hard glossy tile that seems to win against everything that dares to fall on it (including me, but that is another story).

So, the orange soda decided to take a leap to see what happened. What happened was the can ended up squashed on one side and started crying orange soda everywhere (and I do mean everywhere). So, I grabbed it and comforted it in the sink until it stopped crying. Unfortunately, the baby had not stopped.

I left the orange on the floor and finished mixing the cereal for Candice. It was then that I realized thatΒ  the orange soda tears were all over the floor around the highchair, so I had to clean them up before giving Candice her cereal.

Finally the mess was cleaned up, and I was ready to feed Candice….right after I put the mop away. But before I got that far, Peter said, “Ew…..Mom, what is that stuff all over Bethany?!” Sure enough, she had dumped Candice’s bowl of cereal all over herself. So, then I proceeded to clean up mess #2. Then I proceeded to make bowl of cereal #2. Then FINALLY I fed Candice! Then the kids and I sat back and enjoyed some orange soda! My new motto:Β  “When life throws a soda at you, turn it up and take a drink.”

Afraid to Begin Tomorrow

Here is a summary of how my week has begun:

Yesterday after Chinese lessons, I came home to a very hot house and a not so cold refrigerator. Our electricity had been turned off because the bill had supposedly not been paid. Because our utilities are paid by the landlord, and I could not get in touch with him, we packed up our food and clothes, and headed to a friend’s house for the night. They fed us and took good care of us. The electricity issue turned out to be a misunderstanding with the electric company, and the electricity was restored that evening.

Today, Luke needed to go to the bank, but I offered to go for him since I needed to go to the grocery store anyway. Just before I left the house, I gave my phone a bath in the toilet….and almost flushed it. So, I headed out with Luke’s phone so I could at least email him if necessary. My phone replacement would be an issue for another day.

On the way to the bank, I witnessed a fender bender wreck. It was such a small wreck that I heard no crash and was not even aware that they hit each other until they pulled over as I was passing by. I felt obligated to go back and be their eyewitness, but there was one small problem. I had accidentally taken a road that went straight onto an unfamiliar highway. I had to exit onto another highway and then exit again to turn around and go back. I actually found my way back with no problems and arrived in time to see the police officer pull up to the scene of the accident. It was tempting not to stop because it required taking that same exit that caused the accidental detour in the first place!

After telling the police officer what I saw, I was then faced with the dilemma of doing the detour all over again. After asking the police officer how to get to the bank, I made it without a hitch, even though he gave very brief and vague directions.

When I got to the bank, I had a baby, a 2 year old, and no stroller – because I had taken it out to fit our cooler in the van the day before. The only bank still open was in a mall, so I stuffed my pockets with all the necessary stuff to make a deposit, put C in my baby front carrier, and let B walk. Fortunately, I had accidentally parked close to a bank I had never been to within a mall that I’ve only been to twice. After a walk through the mall at a 2 year old’s pace, carrying the weight of a 16 pound baby on my shoulders, I was glad to sit down in the van. And somehow the shopping trip at the grocery store seemed like a breeze!! I even got a good shopping cart! πŸ™‚

As I was typing the events of the last 2 days, I realized that there were a lot of good parts to balance the hectic. So here is a list of the good things:

  • I had not shopped to stock our fridge yet.
  • We had good friends with a big freezer to take us in.
  • The electricity issue was a mistake.
  • I did not flush the phone.
  • I am able to email from my phone.
  • I found my way back from my accidental detour (twice).
  • We had money to deposit into the bank.
  • I had my baby carrier with me.
  • I parked close to a bank.
  • I made it home from the mall without getting lost.
  • I did not have to call Luke a single time for directions!

Now that I see how well the good parts of the day balanced the bad, I think I am prepared to take on tomorrow! God is good, isn’t He?

Kind Directions

Today while looking for a library I had only been to once, I stopped at a gas station to ask for directions. You know, one of those stations that only has a small cube of a store with a mechanic sitting at the counter. The man wasn’t sure he was giving me the correct directions, so he walked out to the pumps and asked several customers until he had confirmed his directions. Then he came back and told me exactly where the library was.

The service I received at that station was impressive. He could easily have said, “I don’t know,” especially since I was not a paying customer. Instead, he went out of his way to help me.

Funny, I didn’t even look at the price of gas, but if I could remember where that station was (yes, I’m that bad with directions), I would be tempted to buy gas there now.

Two or More

I got a forward today that was actually cute enough to share. I decided to share it here. Here is what the forward said:

Matthew 18:20 says, “For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them. Does this count?

GirlPraying

By the way, it is amazing how much the little girl looks like Bethany! πŸ™‚

Arm & Hammer

Today I was inspired to go back to my old detergent after trying a different brand. I guess store brand doesn’t always cut it! I even wrote words to a song based on the song Rubber Duckie. Go ahead! Open the song in a new tab and listen to the tune for Rubber Duckie while singing the words to my song!

Arm & Hammer, you’re the one.
Even though you are no fun,
There’s no doubt; I know it’s true.

Arm & Hammer, you clean my toys,
You get the clothes clean, even the boys’,
Arm & Hammer, I’m so glad I have you.

Every time when I
put my clothes in the wash tubby
And sometimes even my shoes
They come out no longer grubby.

Other detergents aren’t worth a dime
They do not clean half the time
They are not nearly as good as you.

Every time when I
put my clothes in the wash tubby
And sometimes even my shoes
They come out no longer grubby.

Arm & Hammer, you’re so fine
As for favorites, you are mine
Arm & Hammer, I’m glad you have stayed-
Arm & Hammer, I glad you don’t fade-
Arm & Hammer, I’m glad you have stayed true.