Yes, that the sounds of something ripping. Not my pants or any of my clothes. Nah…those actually fit pretty well–what a thought!
Nope. The culprit is elsewhere; it was the sound of Jamayia’s fitted crib sheet. As I was changing her bed sheet this morning, I engaged in the usual battle of Mommy vs. Tight Sheet. Usually, with a lotta brains, and a little brawn, I manage to creatively get the sheet on the mattress. But today, the brawn won out. As I’m working the sheet, I hear material tearing. Not a pleasant sound.
Go figure—just when we decide to dedicate more effort to keeping our household expenses low, something necessary needs to be replaced. What’s more is that it’s the one sheet that came with her bed set. The other sheet that I bought separately couldn’t be the one to tear, right?
**sigh**