Andi Lutz

Please Invade My Privacy by Andi Lutz Week 4 Another day, another social experiment, and me as the guinea pig. Yay! Well, this time the family went to the county fair. My husband, myself and our two-year-old daughter. My husband and I don’t like rides much and our daughter is really too young and small to ride anything. I only went for the funnel cakes and cotton candy. When I was young I didn’t really get anything like that, we never went to the fair. Because of that I act like a kid when I get my cotton candy. I try not to eat it all, but I can’t help it. Gimme, gimmee, gimmmmeee! The thing about blue cotton candy and blue snow cones and funnel cake with powdered sugar is that they kind of make you look like a slob. Blue gets all over your teeth and lips and the powder gets all over your clothes. Maybe it’s just me, I’m a classy mess. A messy eater. I need napkins and hand wipes and a bath after. In all the fun and sugar high from the junk food I forgot that I look like I ju...

Please Invade My Privacy by Andi Lutz Week 3 Right now, I am a stay at home mom so I don’t get out much. I like staying home and not getting out and getting ready, and out of the house, and in and out of the car, and shopping or doing anything with a baby is a lot of work. My husband says I need to get out more but that’s how people get kidnapped, murdered and other bad things. There are entire shows on tv about all that bad stuff, I’d like to not be on one of those shows. This week I didn’t get out. What I did decide to do is call someone to interact, I was going to call them anyway. The nervousness is still completely there even though I don’t have to be face to face. I know what you’re thinking, I chickened out. Ok, I won’t do this again, I will actually do it face to face next time.

Please Invade My Privacy by Andi Lutz Week 2 My husband and I just got to the park with our one year old daughter and perfect timing, she needed a diaper change. My husband volunteers, strange, unexpected, and not normal but who am I to turn down the chance for me to get two minutes to myself and a pass on dirty diaper ‘doody’. Oh, a pun, almost as bad as a dirty diaper. Sorry, I’ll try to steer clear of those from now on. So, my husband goes back to the car and I just stand there thinking about what all I could do with my two free minutes. I start to clap my hands and say “Yay.” If you have a young child who doesn’t speak yet this is what you do with them. But this isn’t mommy and baby time, this is me time. Then I start to feel selfish, me time, me time. Really, I will never have me time again, ever. If you are a mom, you understand this. While being selfish for cherishing the two minutes of me time I have, I realize I need to socialize, yes, ugh, I need to socialize.

Please Invade My Privacy by Andi Lutz Week 1 I love grocery shopping, going up and down every aisle, reading the labels, finding new products, it’s so relaxing to me. I could spend hours there, and I have, literally, but not today. Eggs, milk, bread, 140 lbs of dog food, check, check, check, and check off the list. Then I made the decision to go to the bathroom before I got in line so I wasn’t dancing in the 20 items or less ‘fast’ lane, where they always put the slowest cashier in the world. Tip of the day, don’t gulp down 44 ounces of lime slushy before you go shopping. Mmm, but it tastes so good.

I know I have to write and should put it as the priority but it's always last on the list and then eventually never gets done at the end of the day. If I make it first on the list and nothing can be done until I write then maybe it would happen. I need to write as if my life depends on it.

Yeah, that is right. You need to write everyday because if you don't your pencil lead will get rusty and you'll have a harder time getting those ideas down.

Cloth Diapering, the unconvincing convince by Andi Lutz When I decided I wanted to do cloth diapers I pretty much knew it would never happen because my husband is very stubborn and would never agree to it. Since he has to live in the house with me and the baby then I have to take his wishes in to account also. It was a big fat no, I didn’t even bother to discuss it with him. I know him all too well, he complains almost every day that he has to clean the litterbox now that I’m pregnant. And he checks with me all the time to make sure I am taking that duty over once our little angel is born. On the other hand, we do have 4 big dogs and 3 cats that are all indoor animals so there is always something coming out of one end or the other of these 7, adding another pooper doesn’t change things much. But I guess the poo jobs are all mine, is man just weaker when it comes to that?