This post is guaranteed to make everyone of you feel sorry for my kids.....or say what a horrible mother I am.
Believe me, I'm feeling guilt ridden as I write this.
I put three-year-old Happy in the tub to take a bath. I washed him up and since he insisted on staying in the tub to play, I left the bathroom to finish teaching Sleepy his Phonics and Language Arts.
As many of you homeschool moms must admit, time can get away from us while we are "having fun".
Well, time went by.
During his studies, Grumpy had to use the bathroom. He came out a little while later and exclaimed in a loud whisper, "Mom! Happy's sleeping in the bathtub!" He thought this was hilarious.
Now, one would think that I would instantly remember that I had left him last taking a bath.
This was not the case.
My forehead scrunched up in confusion. Poor baby, I thought. He must have been exhausted. I was wondering why the poor child climbed into the bathtub in the first place.
I went in to get him when I noticed the child was unclothed with his head perched on a toy ship snoring away.
Cue hyperventilation.
I grabbed a towel, wrapped him in it, and carried him to my room, all the while apologizing profusely for forgetting all about him. He was quite forgiving and that twisted my guts even more.
Right now, I am going to my happy place.
Believe me, I'm feeling guilt ridden as I write this.
I put three-year-old Happy in the tub to take a bath. I washed him up and since he insisted on staying in the tub to play, I left the bathroom to finish teaching Sleepy his Phonics and Language Arts.
As many of you homeschool moms must admit, time can get away from us while we are "having fun".
Well, time went by.
During his studies, Grumpy had to use the bathroom. He came out a little while later and exclaimed in a loud whisper, "Mom! Happy's sleeping in the bathtub!" He thought this was hilarious.
Now, one would think that I would instantly remember that I had left him last taking a bath.
This was not the case.
My forehead scrunched up in confusion. Poor baby, I thought. He must have been exhausted. I was wondering why the poor child climbed into the bathtub in the first place.
I went in to get him when I noticed the child was unclothed with his head perched on a toy ship snoring away.
Cue hyperventilation.
I grabbed a towel, wrapped him in it, and carried him to my room, all the while apologizing profusely for forgetting all about him. He was quite forgiving and that twisted my guts even more.
Right now, I am going to my happy place.
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