The Dryer TrickAmy Keyishian
It’s been brought to my attention that not everyone knows The Dryer Trick.
The Dryer Trick has saved my life lately. It’s the kind of tip that I read in a book when I was a kid, and thought, “do people really do that?” I shouldn’t be surprised. I’ve spent long evenings driving Penny’s colic away, I’ve put soothing cabbage on my breasts, I’ve used a ponytail holder to extend the waistband of my jeans till I could return to post-maternity waistline… there are a million sly little tricks, but this is the one that makes me feel all cozy and mom-like.
It was a little dicey there for a while. I know the babywearing brigade will clutch their fimo-beads in horror, but there were times I needed to put Abby down long enough to get Penny to bed, or take a shower, or just be unattached for a few minutes. Oh! And cooking bacon, though I suppose “babywearing” and “bacon” already don’t go together.
Anyway, Abby is delicious, and I love holding her little hands and rubbing my face against her buttery, velvety skin and looking into her turning-brown eyes and watching her face brighten with a gummy smile, and I also like to get some housework done and take a crap. So it’s been a relief that in the past two weeks she has been more comfortable in her blue vibratey-chair, or lying on the bed, or in her carseat.
Ah, the carseat! Driving around, she falls asleep on her own. Oddly, she also falls into a peaceful slumber in the middle of the din of the Parks and Rec classes that Penny takes two days a week. So why not at home? Remembering the ages-old advice, I put the carseat on top of the dryer when we got home, and turned it on. The warmth, the motion, the noise it was a perfect storm of stuff that made her sleepy. She stays out if I put her there asleep, and she can often fall asleep if I put her up there after a nice long feed and a snuggle.
(Speaking of snuggles, those have started. I don’t know if they are intentional yet I don’t think she knows she has control over her flailing extremities yet but instinctively, she curves toward me when I’m near, and around me when I hold her. She rubs her face against my chest, she puts her little fist against me. She’s like the cutest hot water bottle ever.)
Anyway, I can buy an hour of free time at a stretch to sit and read with Penny, to fold the endless laundry that now gets done in extremely short order, to answer email and, you know, write this blog once in a while.
One more word to the wise: The end-of-cycle buzzer? Make sure that’s off. Also: Sorry, environment!
So there you go: the dryer trick. Did you know it already?