My morning of DREAD!

It has been so long since I blogged. I was feeling very uninspired and then I was looking through my pictures and realized I have a ton of pictures I could blog about. However, I will be out of town for a bit and unable to access my pictures so I won't get it all done as soon as I would like but I will get it done. Tonight I wanted to show a picture of my doll. Yes I have a doll. Her name is Little Miss Drowsy Beans and I have had her sine I was 3 years old. In that time she has held up surprisingly well considering she was always my "comfort object". As I've grown up she has gradually found her way to the shelf and often times little people want to play with her but she has been dubbed off limits. That is, until Harlee showed up. I automatically wanted my little doll to be an available comfort for my darling baby girl. So She now sits with all of Harlee's dolls and stuffed animals on their allocated shelf. This shelf is different that the aforementioned "shelf" in that it's purpose is to keep Harlees toys organized, not kept away from her. Anyway, generally each night before bed she will choose a baby or animal form that shelf to sleep with her for the night. Last night she chose Drowsy Beans and so I tucked them both lovingly into bed. This morning, I heard Jeremy get home and the next thing I was aware of was the bath water on. Harlee had achieved another one of her massive blow outs and Jeremy had promptly thrown her into the tub to get clean. (I know, He's great!!) I got up and got my contacts in and sat with Harlee while she finished her bath and Jeremy took care of the rest of the mess. Minutes later Jeremy walked into the bathroom holding my precious, OLD doll my the head saying, "It got on Drowsy beans". I could tell he was worried about my reaction. I cried, "Nooooooooooooooooo!!!!" and then we both busted up laughing. Yes I was horrified to see her little pink outfit spotted with nastiness, but it was kind of also funny. Now here is the catch to this story. Like any good comfort object I don't think my doll has ever been washed in it's life. I'm not sure if my mom threw her in the wash when I was little but I have never done it myself for fear that she would fall apart. So as she sat soaking in a sink of water I realized this was the time. And I had to come to terms with the fact that she HAD to be washed and it may be the end to my beloved doll. *sniff sniff* So, I put her in the wash, (with the comforter from Harlee's bed that had already been washed. But I couldn't stand the thought of her just banging around in there with no cushion, *sniff sniff*) put on the gentle cycle, added soap, and closed the door on the poor little thing. I immediately called my mom to relay the news and although she sympathised with my plight, she also laughed. She told me to call her and let her know how things turned out, meaning let her know if Drowsy Beans DIED or not! And a few more giggles form her. So a while later, with heart pounding I went to the laundry room and took a deep breath steeling myself for the image of a little deflated, torn apart body. As I opened the lid, there she sat. Still tucked in nicely by the blanket and looking cleaner than I can ever remember her looking. The front material looks a bit worn and it may be time to put her back on the "Do not touch" shelf, but i am happy to announce she survived!! Mom was very happy about it too. So this is the picture of her looking so fresh and clean. I didn't think to take a picture before, because really, who wants to see some poo covered doll. Yuck! But trust me when I say she is looking good! Ha ha.
P.S. Thanks to all who stuck around and actually read this story. I Know it was a long one.