As a relatively new mom, one of the things that I struggle with most is making time for cleaning. As in cleaning me. Vomit in your mouth a little, huh?
The first few weeks after Will arrived on earth, I did not shower. I did not wash my hair. I did not brush my teeth. I was like a walking swamp monster fresh from the murky bottoms. And let’s not even talk about my murky bottom. JOKE. sortof.
Then one day, as I was running into a local Walgreens with a cholicy baby in my sling and bags under my eyes that were big enough to get rejected at the airport….I got a wakeup call. I was there to pick up some more Balmex or Desitin or something baby related and the cutest woman from some part of Asia Pacific region (forgive me for not asking what country exactly) was behind the counter saw me and my fresh-from-the-swamp appearance and asked very politely if I was also purchasing the random bottle of Dove body wash that a previous customer left on the counter.
“Um, no…my baby doesn’t let me shower…” I joked.
“Ooooh….baby needs clean mommy too!” she said with just enough broken english to make it adorable and less deserving of a karate chop to the jugular (yes…I was hormonal and dirty and not ready to be told what my baby did or did not need).
All that being said, I realized something. She was right. My baby needs me. He needs me to choose to put him down and take a ten minute shower. He needs me to take time for myself. Exit soapbox.
So all that was to say – I took a bath with Will.
We cranked up the jets and got the tub completely filled with bubbles. This is definitely one of the things that is different and awesome about the new house…the bigger bathroom WITH A TUB. (excuse my makeupless appearance and the poopie-do)
Will didn’t understand how to get the bubbles off his hands. He would shake, wipe, clap and then they were still there. Eventually he resorted to pinching them off one by one.
Also – nobody told me what a difference toys make. First of all – they are literally the single most important thing in bathtime (short of the baby and the water). I can make due without a towel…but do not mess with my bathtime tambourine.
This little face reminds me of my sister for some reason. The way he’s holding his lips. Weird how you can see different people in a split second.
After we play and rinse and all that, I usually help Will clean up his toys. And when I say “help” I mean, I sing while he is supposed to clean up.
Usually he thinks that if he flashes me his fake smile, I will help him. And he’s usually right. It’s just hilarious.
And now for the throwing stuff photos…
And this one is hilarious. It’s like he is sacrificing the block to the Lord…but first, he is saying “WHY GOD?! WHY!?”
So there you have it – totally random Bowerness.
Do you sing bathtime songs with your kids? Cleanup songs? Metallica anyone?
Anyone else get called out by someone when it comes to personal cleanliness?
Or perhaps you are still just laughing about the little guy’s mullet?