Being a mother has its rewards, but it also entails a lot of shit people don’t tell you about before you become a parent.
In fact, just a few moments ago T-Rex starts bawling upstairs, calling, “Mom, Mom! Come up here! I have diarrhea. Ew, ew, ew… Help meeeeeeeeee…”
I ignore him and keep typing.
More crying ensues. Finally I respond by yelling upstairs from my seat. (This is a very effective form of communicating with your children.) “What do you want from me? You’re old enough to wipe your own butt.”
Nothing but love in this house, I tell you.
For chrissakes, I think, and go up. I wipe down his almost 6-year-old butt (fortunately there’s low output) while T-Rex milks the hysterics. Not surprisingly, he’s fine! as soon as we’re – I mean, I’m – done. We wash our hands and resume our activities. I go back to typing. I look over and see him dancing around naked wearing his underwear on his head.
Yep. That about sums it up.
Update on 6/12: I’m working from home with the sick boy. I guess it wasn’t a one time thing after all. Cosmic payback for this bad mama.