Update on my dish detergent recipe!!

Okay, y'all. The batch I made Monday and had two glorious loads of dishes washed by?

That stuff is BONE DRY in one of my favorite glass jars.

*head + desk*

I've been looking around the internet and have found that happens to a lot of people! The solution?

Instead of mixing your vinegar into your powdered mix, add your powder to your wash in the little cups on the door like usual, but squirt a bit of vinegar into the bottom of the dishwasher instead of mixing it into the powder.

AND

You could even just put the vinegar into the little hole where you put the rinse aid, instead of squirting it directly into the bottom of the dishwasher. (This is the method I'm going to start using, by the way!)

OR

You could mix your vinegar into your powdered mix before putting it in, but that sounds like a hassle to me!

Hope no one lost a nice jar because of this like I did. I guess it just didn't occur to me that it would dry up like that in a jar that sealed around the top as tightly as mine. Still strange, but nonetheless, there are usually solutions to snags if you look in the right place!

Thank goodness for the internet and there being lots of crunchy/frugal people in this world that have been there, done that!! :)

A trying evening...

I buckled up the kids and drove 45 minutes to pick up some chicks tonight. The guy wasn't home. What. The. Heck? I called. Knocked. Nothin'. Dude knew I was coming. Well, there was a place about 15 minutes down the road that supposedly had the same breed I was looking for, so I drove there. It was about an hour before they closed, supposedly. Closed. Dark. Locked. Nothin'. At this point, I'm thinking- "Seriously, people? You consider yourselves businessmen?!"

So, after two hours of nonstop driving and nonstop disappointment, I took home two heartbroken kids and no chicks. We stopped and split a milkshake, but it didn't help. By this point, they were exhausted, sad, and my composure was slowly but surely fading.

Oh, and lest we forget- I'm 17 1/2 weeks pregnant. So, yes, I cried the whole way home with the kids.

I didn't care about not getting the chicks (I'll get them eventually), I didn't overreact to the kids being upset (They're 4 and 2, it happens, they'll be okay), but I had just had it.

Then my sweet Keelin reminded me that our night could have been much worse. I asked her how she thought it could have been worse. She said, "We might have seen a rabbit get eaten by a lion- and that would have been bad." Yep, Keelin, that would have been bad. Shaking off the annoyance, crawling into bed, and reading a book. Goodnight :)