There never seems to be a good song title for a sponsored post, no matter how much I like Huggies

August 12th, 2010

So! It’s EST week at Huggies, and oddly, it doesn’t stand for Eastern Standard Time, but stands for EST, as in the thickEST (Huggies wipes), prettiEST (my daughter), largEST (my backside), etc. (OR SHOULD I SAY EST?)

The idea here being, you know, that I should share a situation that is some kind of super superlative version of whatever happened, and honestly … it’s almost impossible. It’s all so … EST. Ever since I had Sam, it’s like the world lit up in technicolor and everything is amplified to a degree I never saw coming. EVERYTHING is the … EST. She’s the loudest, her personality is the biggest, she’s the messiest, I’m the stressiest (is totally a word) and … well, you get it. It’s more than a little crazy, but it’s also the best thing I’ve ever done, and I think that’s obvious.

(I’m sounding a little like Moose A. Moose here … AMIRITE? Isn’t this part of a song? About things being the … smelliest? Or belliest? Or something?)

Anyway, by far, things are the messiest. It’s hard for me to live in a situation that I have little to no control over — I don’t get to say how or when things get/stay clean. I don’t get to decide when to clean them up and when to make the mess. I don’t get to say no, you can’t make a mess right now, because sometimes things need to be messy.

This might sound silly, but I’ve always sworn that I would never stop my daughter from doing something that made a mess. I still remember how desperately I wanted one of those Play Doh sets that squished the material through tiny holes to create fancy shapes and, uh, hair (Play Doh barbershop? Right? No?). But no, I wasn’t allowed to have one, because they were too messy.

It’s my opinion that the best things in life are messy. The messiest.

But for the messiest thing ever? Well. I’m going to leave you with this delightful oldie-but-goodie, which was, honestly, the messiest. AND YET. It was also the best! The best kind of messiest!

I WAS NOT HOME.

Do you have an EST? Tell me, friends.

(Disclaimer! This post is part of the work I do for Huggies, and yes, they pay me, but they pay me to BLOG about WHAT I WANT, with such light parameters, I am so totally getting the long straw in this stuff. I like them a lot.)

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