Just for the record:
The boys have had baths 4 DAYS IN A ROW! People, this is monumental. Seriously.
I cannot even begin to describe for you the incredible amount of dirt covering my laundry room floor. As well as every other surface in the house for that matter. If any of us step foot outside and then go back in the house it’s like I opened my windows and doors during a dust storm. The dirt is reproducing like rabbits. Even the dust bunnies have baby bunnies. Hee hee. I’m hilarious. I hate West Texas. I think I’ll start a club. The men (that’s my term for Tim and the boys) were digging up my yard last night because Tim didn’t like the way it looked with the sparse areas and nut grass taking over. He covered the area in roundup about a week ago and since it had all turned brown and sad and dead, last night was THE night. I had other plans, but so much for that. Long story short, Off and sweat and dirt and dead grass make for awfully messy people. I know personally some families that have children who are bathed on a daily basis without fail, and I want to know, am I the only mother out there who doesn’t get distraught if I miss a day or two?
Sheesh, you people ought to see how often I get the opportunity to take a shower. HA! On that note, I’ve just gotta tell you. EVERY SINGLE TIME I take a shower, which is usually after Tim gets home from work, somebody has a meltdown. So I get to stand in the shower, listen to the shrill high pitched screaming of one or both of the boys, and stand there waiting for someone to come have me solve the problem. Can I not just have 5 minutes for a personal hygiene break without someone having an issue, only solvable by the mom figure? Why, you ask, do I wait until Tim gets home? Have I mentioned that my boys don’t take naps? Well, there you have it.
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My husband once implied that I was sinking back into depression because the baby (or myself) wasn’t bathed by 530. So he called my mom because he was “worried” and she told him I just didn’t feel like bathing that day. When he got home, I got in the shower and within 5 minutes she started screaming and he came in and asked me to “hurry up” so I could help calm her down…
I can barely go to the toilet without being interrupted.
Just you wait ’til you have more than one! That part about “barely” will swiftly morph into “never ever ever.” But don’t fret. It’s all good.
Sounds like the hubs needs to be lined out a bit. I’ve found psychotic breaks work wonders for that sort of thing.
Those days are long behind me.
I’m so glad you came by. I stopped by your blog yesterday but I didn’t get a chance to comment anywhere because dirt blew in my eye and I had to go find some visine. I love your blog. I’m coming back soon, I promise! By the way, did you read my post titled “Where Do You Draw the Line?” I’m sure you could offer some very welcome feedback seeing as how you’ve been there done that.
Okay, seriously, unless there are garden vegetables growing in his ears and under his fingernails, mine rarely gets more than one or two baths a *week!* It’s not like he’s rolling in the mud every day. Though, if he did, I probably *would* bathe him that night.
That said, I do wash his face, hands, and in the summer, feet every night before bed, in addition to the usual handwashes before (most) meals. Don’t anyone call DSS on me. He’s very healthy.
Dirt is GOOD.
Right on! Preach Sista!
Dirt is waaaaaay good. And boys are supposed to be dirty. Know why mine have gotten baths 4 days in a row? They have indeed been rolling in the mud, so to speak.
Now with summer here, I figure if Tater’s in his little pool all day, how dirty can he really be?!
I rarely get to take an uninterrupted shower. Usually my shower includes at least one kid. I feel your pain.
My son is trying to boycott naps – it sooooo sucks!!
I cannot believe I haven’t gone and bought a kiddie pool yet. I also need a new toaster but they are on my GroceryIQ app, so I’ll get around to it eventually.
Mine have NEVER taken naps. Once out of the baby stage, when they transformed into toddlers, it was a war I could not win. Don’t give up the fight!