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?