As some of you dedicated, long-time readers might know, we have had some tub draining issues in the past. I used a trick I learned from Handyman magazine and have been loyally unclogging the drain chemical-free for quite a while. If you want to know how, leave me a comment or email me with your email, and I'll send you the info. Well, this unclogging is quite a disgusting thing to do and that is saying a lot considering I now wipe butts on a daily basis and enjoy watching my husband get stitches.
There are a ton of GREAT things about being pregnant, but one unexpected thing this that your hair stops falling out. I'm not sure of the biological/scientific reason why, but I think it has something to do with the fact that it is just the universe throwing all of the fat-faced, swollen footed, heartburn-having, pants-splitting mommas-to-be a bone. Look: you may be the size of a house, but your hair is thick and lustrous!
Don't you know that a little while after you give birth and you find yourself unshowered, covered in spit up, and wearing last week's sweatpants that THEN your hair not only starts to fall out again, but it falls out with a vengeance. It is like all that hair that was clinging on for 9 months suddenly all comes tumbling down and into your tub drain.
It is worse for those of us with curly hair, because unlike our (lucky) straight-haired friends, our hair doesn't fall out throughout the day (say into your neighbor's soup or as we stand in the elevator). No, curly hair gets all tangled up in the mess that is curly hair only to be released when we shower.
This is a long way of saying that last time I did the tub unclogging, I'm pretty sure I pulled out a wet black chinchilla. The baby was sleeping, so I could only scream on the inside. I may have shattered a kidney.
About an hour later, a light bulb appeared over my head. I promptly headed to Target. $1.79 and one of these later:
...and our tub drain is to remain hair-free. Now, you still have to clean this thing off after a shower, but it is less wet chinchilla and more random stray hair extension. Which having lived in Philadelphia, I can live with.
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