I tried a new sunscreen the other day. But I forgot that I completely loathe spray sunscreen. As a very white girl with a strong history of skin cancer (as in it’s not if, it’s when), I need to make sure the family is completely covered. Apparently this slipped my mind when I purchased the misting sunscreen. I rectified the situation by spraying lots of the damn stuff.
The new sunscreen, our new enemy
Evan helped me rub it into his own skin. He was proud to help, to be a big boy. Then he rubbed his eyes.
Don't we have laws to make them stand by these statements?
The Banana Boat people are liars. Dirty f*#$ing lying bastards. Evan heartily agrees with the second statement.
Evan started screaming, which I yelled over the scream “cry, cry” as it is the best way to get the stuff out of his eyes. But Evan can’t stay still when he’s in pain. Off he went, stomping his feet, twirling around, basically doing the best imitation of a rain dance I have ever seen. I almost wish I could have recorded it. If he had been an adult, I would have been rolling on the ground laughing, trying to catch my breath. Because this is a little pre-schooler which happens to be my son, I just giggled a little before I tried to wash out his eyes.
I am a bad mommy. I just can’t decide where I made my mistake: buying the sunscreen, letting Evan rub his eyes, yelling at my son to cry, or giggling over his pain dance.
July 9, 2009 at 8:47 am
Welcome to the bad mommy club. I think ck has a name badge for you over at her blog… just don’t let her make you wear the hat.
July 9, 2009 at 8:53 am
I’ve come to believe that nothing in life is tear free
July 9, 2009 at 12:02 pm
I’m actually in the process of making Bad Mommy Badges, I’ll be sure to drop one off when it’s complete!
July 9, 2009 at 6:23 pm
Hi, my name is Shannon and I’m a Bad Mommy too. I laugh inappropriately when my youngest child throws an epic fit. Seriously…. he’s 2. What does he have to be so pissed off about??? And… if you beat your fists together it will hurt, just like it has hurt every other time you’ve done it.
sigh.
July 9, 2009 at 8:13 pm
The giggling yes the giggling but we all do it and we can’t help it.
July 9, 2009 at 8:47 pm
I’m a terrible mommy, then. I laugh at my kids ALL the time. I try not to do it when they’re sobbing that I hate them and want them to be miserable. (Oddly, guffaws from me at those moments make them MORE convinced of my hatred. Huh.)
July 9, 2009 at 9:15 pm
I’m a terrible mommy, too, because if I’m not laughing I’m telling the kids to buck up and get over it already. Mean mommy.
July 10, 2009 at 5:09 am
I’m a fan of this stuff, primarily for ease and lack of additional effort on my part. Pretty sure that makes me a bad mommy too, but since there is already so much additional evidence I may as well just accept it. And, don’t feel bad about laughing, do it all the time. As a matter of fact, I accidentally on purpose scared the crap outta #2 a coupla nights ago and even though he was crying and he peed a little I couldn’t help laughing at his fear inspired rain dance. It woulda been hilarious were it not so freakin’ sad. And, I better clarify or I’ll probably get blog hate from your blog all the way over to mine: kid was running around house in dark at night (ongoing problem) I waited in his room for him to come back (new strategy I tried, didn’t really work well); he wasn’t expecting a new game plan, came in room, got freaked out, and the rest is history. 🙂
July 10, 2009 at 12:39 pm
KathB!~ The hat? How many times have you worn that?
Davis~ I think I’m coming over to that philosophy.
ck~ Maybe we should make jackets.
w4w~ I always wondered what made them so angry.
insider~ Thanks for the reasurance.
Steph~ Oh, I can’t wait until they say I hate them. That sounds like good times.
Gibby~ You’re old school. If you’re not bleeding, you’re not hurt. 😉
pBd~ LOL To come to your defense, I thought it was a good plan. No wonder you had to laugh.