Privacy? What is that?

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Beware. This post is not exactly G-rated, but it is real parenting, let me tell you.

“Long ago” when A was a baby, I took her in the shower with me and she turned into a kid that hates baths and loves showers. Thank you single motherhood. Even today, she prefers showers but takes the occasional bath to help Daddy out. When she showers, she can now go in alone and ask for help soaping and scrubbing. Easy enough.

Lil Man has been bathing, so he wasn’t privy to the joys of a quick, refreshing shower…until Saturday. There was a meltdown that prevented me from shopping before Family Fun. The meltdown required Mama to hold him. Normally, we would let him have a moment, bit this wasn’t going away. For fear his back arches would turn into an injury, I just did what he wanted and held him.

Well, life had to go on. I told him to hang on, cause he was going to be introduced to the shower. This first experience wasn’t spiritual like it was for A, but lil Man did enjoy squishing bubbles on my face. He loved being wrapped in my bath sheet (while I froze) and snuggling under our covers as I found him clothes.

Privacy just goes away when you are a parent.

It, of course, gets better.

When I had A, I shared a 3 bedroom house with my friend M. My room was the master, so I never had to shut the bathroom door. When Mr. Burgher and I got our first house together, there was only one bathroom. It wasn’t uncommon for one to have to brush their teeth while the other showered or read a magazine. Moving to a house with two baths didn’t change much…you’ve been warned.

On any given moment, it is not uncommon for an adult to read a magazine, a child to throw forks in the tub, a child to be washing her (not) dirty hands, and two dogs to be begging for attention…all in 6 square feet of space.

I guess we should be flattered, they love being around us and have picked up some healthy habits. Now if only we can teach them to shut the door and not have to accompany the adults everywhere.

Cause sometimes, a parent just wants to read an ever loving magazine.

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In Case it Happens To You

Last week, ‘lil Man was diagnosed with an ear infection (at his 15 month checkup, and we had no idea!). When Mr. Burgher handed me the antibiotic, I tried desperately to get the syringe filled with the right amount of medicine.

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I tried. No luck. I tipped it, and prayed I wouldn’t spill. I started to dial the pharmacy, but thought for sure there had to be a way.

I tried for another 5 minutes then pulled the syringe apart. Oh.

There’s a little blue tube inside…

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…and it extends the syringe plenty long enough to get the medicine into the tube. Oh.

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That makes sense, huh? Shh. I know you all knew about this already. But just in case you didn’t, know you know.