Clean the shirts on their backs by putting one on yours.

The putrid piles of
clothing in my house are proof
of this one truth: I

hate doing laundry.
But at least I have the means.
Some out there do not.

The term that is used
is “natural disaster.”
I’m sure the victims

feel anything but
natural picking up the
pieces of their lives.

I have not suffered
severe destruction but
just thinking about

the devastation
after floods, hurricanes, and
twisters, I shudder.

At such desperate
times, I can imagine that
all help is welcome.

Tide is offering
practical help to those who
need it in this way:

You buy a shirt here;
proceeds provide clothes cleaning
service for victims.

So now even if
I am not cleaning my own
family’s clothing…

I can take comfort
in knowing that I’m helping
clean laundry elsewhere.

Just for the record…

…going into my child’s room at night in response to Mega-Screaming, to change a diaper full of diarrhea and clean the shit off of his face and hands is NOT the definition of My Ultimate Fantasy. (I swear, he got some in his mouth. *gag*)

I mean, there was no Kiefer Sutherland, anti-gravity underwear, perfect boobs for life, endless supply of calorie-free chocolate, or no-cost, worry-free daily babysitting offer in there ANYWHERE.

And wait… wait… let me check… no. I did not have the world’s largest, multiple orgasm at any time before, during, or after the event. (by the way, if I had? I’d be seeking therapy RIGHT NOW.)

And nobody has come to my door to offer doing my dishes, laundry, and to vacuum my carpets for the rest of my natural life.

Additionally, in case you were wondering, I have not found the deed to my private island lying around anywhere.

Also, there is still cellulite on my ass cheeks.

So, confirmation: it had NOTHING to do with any ultimate fantasy of mine.

It was just runny excrement. YAY!

(Why, oh why, do they have to get curious and stick their hands in there?)

PS: Don’t worry, I’m no Poop Newbie. This is the home of Scatastrophe.

Get your Wednesday here, on Thursdays!

So, here at SarcasticMom.com, Sarcastic Mom makes the rules. And if her little boy has his 15 month birthday on Wordless Wednesday, Wednesday isn’t going to be all wordless, and stuff. But I have a Wordless Wednesday picture that was totally inspired via this post by Jamie.

So, I’m making the rules. I’m saying, HEY! It’s (kinda, but not so much, Wordless) Wednesday on Thursday here at SarcasticMom.com! Woo! Another day of humping, I mean a second chance at hump day. Or something.

Welcome to “Our Pile.”

“Honey! Where are there some clean socks for Braden?”

“Check The Pile.”

“Okay!”

See, at least I wash it and dry it.  I’m just not so good at that whole “fold and put away” thing.

That’s why I wear this proudly:

And that’s why you should vote for me:

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PS: Many of you have already voted for me, and I LOVE YOU.  Please allow me to show you how much I love you!  If your link is not already on my sidebar, EMAIL ME (thelotuscarroll@hotmail.com) your URL and the name you want listed, and I’m gonna throw ya up there.

Please don’t make a tired Sarcastic Mom hunt you down….

LTDchix

Just a quick post to point out a cute product giveaway…

Drea, from Finea ‘Drea, is hosting a giveaway on her site DE Reviews. The product in question is a LTDchix shirt (LTD = Living The Dream).

I’m hoping I win… but maybe you can give me a run for my money by entering the giveaway, too. If you win, don’t rub it in though, or I might be tempted to mail you something my dog left lying around to get back at you.

Only kidding! Maybe.

If you’re a Mommy, and haven’t heard of LTDchix, go check them out! The shirts are cute, and they highlight some of our “most important” jobs.

The ‘cooking’ and ‘laundry’ ones are right up my alley, man… I HATE LAUNDRY! It is my nemesis.

Are ya with me? Eh? EH?

Ok, I’m done. *prances off*