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Many people have standards - there are minimum levels of behaviour, cleanliness, etc., and levels below which they will not descend.
I have some standards. No stop laughing. No really, stop it! I do! I won't wear tracksuit pants outside the house. Hell, I won't even wear them to go out and check the mail. I don't care if others do, but it's just not for me. I'd rather go out in my underwear, or dressing gown... and have done. Just today as Sharon backed the car out of the driveway, I stood on the bonnet in my dressing gown, waving to people.
I would never do that in trackie dacks.
You may start off changing your child's clothing every time they vomit on it, but there will soon come a time when you simply say, "There's not much," and leave it.
I have some standards. No stop laughing. No really, stop it! I do! I won't wear tracksuit pants outside the house. Hell, I won't even wear them to go out and check the mail. I don't care if others do, but it's just not for me. I'd rather go out in my underwear, or dressing gown... and have done. Just today as Sharon backed the car out of the driveway, I stood on the bonnet in my dressing gown, waving to people.
I would never do that in trackie dacks.
You may start off changing your child's clothing every time they vomit on it, but there will soon come a time when you simply say, "There's not much," and leave it.
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Speaking of which, thanks Danny, really enjoyed them!
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Just send the list to my work email address tomorrow so I can print it off. :)
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Well, in dry weather at least.
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(This morning was certainly a "There's not that much" morning after V threw up on himself for the third time. What I think finally made me decide I didn't care THAT much was when he threw up in the provided bowl, turned around to show me the contents then threw up again down his shirtfront.)
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