Everybody Dirts

Kids = dirt and filth.  It’s an unmistakable fact.  Despite this, I try to only bathe them every other day.  I just hate bathing them.  Even though it’s a bit better since I started separating them, it’s still damn messy.  Now it’s just more time-consuming supervising two bath events rather  than one.

I bathed my son last night.  Stella “didn’t want to get wet,” so she promised to shower tonight, sans complaint.  That being said, tonight should have been a breeze: it was an early dismissal (TWO MORE DAYS), so after chilling this afternoon, watching Ink Master, and staging dinner, I could run out with Stella to grab the dude, put her in the shower when we got home, and finish dinner.

Things didn’t work out that way.  When I arrived at his school, his scalp was loaded with sand and glitter – about a 50/50 ratio.  Dammit.  It really was just too much to ignore.  At that point I threw caution to the wind and gave him one of his most favorite things: frozen blueberries.  The kid will eat them by the pint.  Too bad he looks like a smurf when he’s done.  No matter.  Since he needed to cleanse himself of the scalp full of sparkly sand, what harm could come from blueberries? Yeah.  I’m a genius.  There’s a purple ring around my tub and minuscule dunes comprised of sand and glitter all over the bottom.


I did sweep my floors.  I had to.  Sand was everywhere from when I took off his diaper, exposing a butt so covered in sand it almost looked like a pasty sugarplum – a stark contrast to his livid hands and face.  So at this point, my children and floors are semi-clean.  My kids’ tub most definitely is not.  

There are no winners here.

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About larva225

Working mom. Is there any other kind? Geologist. Nerd.
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2 Responses to Everybody Dirts

  1. Anxious Mom says:

    Haha, that face! Baby Girl loves blueberries, too, and tried to punch her brother out tonight when she finished hers and he wouldn’t share his.

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