LJ has been battling a nasty cough for almost 2 weeks now (yay for the start of school!). I’ve got him on a syrup, Vicks, humidifiers, hot showers, the whole 9. Took him to the doc on day 9 but they said to come back if it lasts 2 weeks.
Tonight… has been a mess. I tried to be fun mom and take the kids to the farm today. It was chilly – E screamed the whole time unless I carried her. LJ had a good time. My back is just shattered from carrying her around this huge farm and my head aches from listening to her ear piercing scream/yell for hours.
A friend came over to watch the kids for 20 min while I ran to church for Confession and when I came back I was ready to be rockstar mom! So I broke out a fun Texas Garlic Toast pizza recipe that LJ could do and let the kids make pizzas.
And then crap hit the fan.
I get all the kiddos in their seats for dinner and we’ve got excited 18 month olds so excited for “PITS-A!!” And the 3.5 year old blabbing about “how amazing this is going to be because I made it!”.
Then I put the food in front of them and… no… one… eats… a… thing.
And cue screaming of “NO!!!” from E. And protests that “I don’t like THIS kind of pizza” from LJ.
Me: “But YOU made it, bud.”
LJ: “Well I’m not eating it and I’m not hungry.”
Me: “Ok, you can leave the table but you’re eating nothing else tonight. If you say you’re hungry and want something you can come back here and eat this.”
LJ: (Crying) “Whatever…” (gets down from chair).
Ah!!! Oh, to fight back the urge to fight with a 3 year old… Whyyyyy (Oh and the kitchen is a mess bc a preschooler made dinner).
By some glimpse of grace the kids both went to the play room and were playing quietly so I decided to jump in the shower. I haven’t showered since Tuesdays. Judge away… but I’m the most niglected thing in my house, pretty much always, and it’s the truth.
I had precisely 1 clean towel bc the others were in the wash. 1 towel for me.
Until the fully clothed toddler barged in on the only shower I’ve had in almost a week. Just said goodbye to shaving my legs, bc now I’ve got to deal with soaking wet diaper, soaking wet clothes, and quickly shrinking room in the shower. Thank God for cold weather and long pants, I guess.
I strip her down and start to shower her too. Not 45s later I hear LJ in the bathroom going potty. And… then he’s in the shower to.
Ya’ll, I’m not exaggerating when I say this shower is about 10 feet tall but only about 3 ft by 3 ft in space dimension.
So, now I have no water on me bc the kids need the warm water or else they’ll freeze because the furnace sucks and the house is at a chilly 63 degrees downstairs.
I get me and E out and quickly ring out my hair but… only one towel so she gets it. I keep LJ in the hot shower for his cough, scoop up E and head upstairs with her.
Realize while I’m getting E a diaper and PJs that she’s got the WORST diaper rash and this is probably why she’s been a screaming mess of attitude all day. (Insert tons of mom guilt here). I grab some clothes for me and put them on, still pretty wet from not drying off. Grab PJs for LJ and the children’s Vicks vapo rub for his cough.
On my way downstairs I hear LJ fake crying. Rush to him and he says “I almost slipped on the ice skating rink I made”.
So I peek in the shower. He’s got my Neutrogena face wash for super oily “I’m having twins and my pregnancy hormones have messed with every ounce of my body” skin, all… over… the… shower. And he’s pretending to slip and slide on it.
So, I’m a little aggravated but just happy he didn’t get that crap in his eyes. I lecture about how that is mommy soap and he’s not to use it and I help him get it all off.
I think crisis is averted.
Get him out, toweled off, and PJs on. Then I rub a big slab of the Vicks on his chest.
30 seconds go by.
LJ starts SCREAMING bloody murder.
LJ: “It hurts!!! It BURNS!!!!”
Me: “What?! Why?! We have used this every day for a week??”
LJ: “MOMMY IT BURNS!!”
Me: “Did you wash your body with my mommy soap?”
LJ: (sobbing) “Yeahhhhh!!!!”
Great. So it dried out his perfect little preschooler skin and when I put on the Vicks it soaked in so hard and so fast it’s burning the living heck out of his skin and there is NOTHING I can do about it.
He’s screaming, which causes E to start crying. I grab a rag and get cold water on it and attempt to wipe it off. It soothes for about 10s and then he starts screaming agin.
I’m frustratedly trying to comfort him by saying the most un-comforting thing I can… “Bud! There is NOTHING I CAN DO to get it to stop burning, you just have to take a deep breath until it passes.”
About 20 minutes have passed and he’s stopped crying and proclaimed that “it doesn’t burn anymore!” but now he’s complaining that he is hungry.