WFMW: Goo Gone vs. The Boogie Man

It’s Works for Me Wednesday! Today I have a tale that actually began last Wednesday and ended Monday evening. A tale of a boy, a boogie, and a bottle of Goo Gone.

Last Wednesday night Joshua raced me up the stairs at PJ time. As usual, he won, and when I got there he was on his bed staring at his wall.

“I have a boogie in my nose Mama.”

“Well, I guess we better take care of that.”

“It’s ok, I just put it on the wall.”

Crap. I approached the wall. He was indeed correct. There was a big, dark green boogie stuck to his baby blue wall.

“Eew Joshua, honey! Don’t do that! Next time ask for a tissue!”

I went to the bathroom to fetch some toilet paper and returned to de-boogie the wall. Much to my chagrin, the boogie wasn’t budging. I grunted and made other effort-proving noises, but since I didn’t have one of those scrapers that the dental hygienist uses to get tartar off of teeth, I was out of luck! That boogie was stuck. It was hard, crusted, and GLUED to the wall!

“Joshua, when did you put this on the wall?”

“Um, I just did it yesterday. But it’s ok Mama, I won’t do it anymore.”

Yikes. Boogie plaster over 24 hrs old. This was not good. I went to work trying to pry it off the wall. After a minute, I finally got most of it off with my super-human mom strength, but alas, there was still a thin layer of boogie cement left. I decided to shelve this predicament until the next day so I could get Joshua to bed on time. The boogie could wait.

The next day I tried soap & water, 409, and elbow grease and that boogie would NOT come off. Then I thought about Goo Gone. I had used Goo Gone to get some tape residue off of Sophie’s dresser (which used to be my dresser, and yes the tape residue was from pictures I had taped there when I was like 16.) It had worked really well and was gentle on the dresser. We didn’t have any left, so I went to the store to get some. But I forgot to get it, and got lots of other things instead, because I have two small children and two small brain cells. So, Monday night the fam took a trip to Target and I remembered to get it then (though I will admit, it was my second trip to Target that day!) When we got home I eagerly rushed upstairs with my Goo Gone. I am happy to say that with the help of a q-tip and a lot of rubbing, Goo Gone terminated the leftover boogie and did not harm the pretty blue paint on Joshua’s wall. Yippee! And the lovely citrus scent ain’t too shabby either. So I learned this week, that not only does Goo Gone work on thirteen-year-old scotch tape residue, it also conquers week-old preschooler booger concrete. Who knew? Works for me!

(Oh and P.S. – the Goo Gone people are not paying me! (Although I can totally be bought!) Ha! I just like the stuff!)

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Gotta Go!: The Public Potty Predicament

The lovely Pinks & Blues Girls are having a contest to go along with their Ladies Room Initiative. It’s called the Gotta Go Giveaway, and as usual, I wanna win! So here’s my story about the most frustrating public restroom experience I’ve ever had.

About three weeks ago, I took the kiddos to Big Lots, which I frequent, because I am extreeeemely thrifty. Joshua, Sophia and I were scoping out the toy aisle (having already loaded up on Gerber baby food for 25 cents a jar, woot woot!) when I smelled something stinky. “Joshua, do you need to go potty?” I asked my three-year-old. “No,” he answered, meaning, of course, “Yes, but I want to stand here and look at toys, so I’m currently in poop denial.” Even though I wasn’t keen on taking him to the potty at Big Lots, I was even less keen on him pooping his pants in my car on the way home, so I pressed the issue and we went in search of the ladies’ room. Which I soon found was a one-holer that was already occupied. So we waited and I encouraged my son to hold it (he had by now come to terms with needing to poop) while we waited for the person in the stall. Finally the lady came out and I rushed my kiddos into the stall. You can’t take the cart in the rest room (not that it would have fit inside anyways), so of course, there was nothing I could do with Sophia (8 months) but set her on the FLOOR, which much to my horror was quite dirty. So I set her down as far away from the toilet as possible, while still keeping her in the stall with me. I took her little hands and put my purse in them, praying she would just hold on to the purse and not touch the floor. Then I held Joshua on the toilet while he pooped. He is super-skinny and his buns will fall right through a regulation-sized public toilet, so I still have to hold him on. (Since women of child-bearing age are the target customers of most retail stores, including Big Lots, I think it is ridiculous that NONE of them has a child-sized potty! Or sink!!)

So anyways, he laid down a deuce, I wiped him, collected my daughter, and hoofed it out of there! Since I definitely didn’t want Sophie to sit out on the floor under the sink with all the dirty paper towels that were on the ground while I helped Joshua wash his hands, I just hosed all three of us down with Purell when we got in the car.

I suppose it could’ve been worse, but it was very frustrating and YUCKY to have my kids in that situation. So, the moral of the story is: Closeout prices do NOT buy nice restroom facilities!

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