Picture it. August 25, 2012. I participate in my first race, the Tops 5K, and get two giant boxes of Band-Aids in the goody bag. Me and my cousins lament the fact that we wouldn't have to buy Band-Aids for a very long time.
And here we are today, March 1, 2013. Here is a text conversation between me and Paul:
Paul: We need more Band-Aids, Jessica cut her foot.
Me: We are the only house I know that could go through 100 Band-Aids in 5 months. There are a few giant sized ones under the sink, she can use that in a pinch.
Paul: Sink. Got it. OK, she's patched up. Are we going out at all tonight?
Me: Yeah, we need Band-Aids.
I still don't know where they all went. Wouldn't you think 100 Band-Aids would last forever? I know a lot of them were ruined when Paul dropped a box of them into the
sink when he was shaving. (I walked into the bathroom to find Band-Aids
laying all along
the counter like some sort of crazy recycling ER wing.) And of course, thinking we had SO MANY more in the wings I said "Oh we don't need to dry those
out, throw them away, we have plenty more, remember the RACE
Band-Aids?" Pfft. How stupid I was. Cause you know what's happening now. The Allans are going generic. Bandages (NOT Band-Aids), here we come!
So question for all you moms and dads. Are your houses the same? Or do you have "normal" bandage use?
1 comment:
We use a sickening amount of Band Aids. My daughter asks for them even when her feelings get hurt.
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