Bad Mommy
So I was going to write a somewhat humorous post about the "bad mommy" I am sometimes. The kids didn't have Easter baskets so I just gave them each a paper bag to take to the egg hunt on Saturday. And I didn't buy them any Easter candy or tell them about the Easter bunny, but on Monday morning I bought Mr. Fob and I several bags at the clearance sale over at the drugstore. So I've been eating candy all week and reading all my friends' posts about the wonderful, generous things they bought their kids for Easter.
But then this afternoon I had one of those sad moments where I really did (and do) feel like a bad mom. When I get ready for work in the afternoon I've gotten in the habit of plugging in my curling iron in the bathroom, shutting the door, and going in my room to change while it heats up. So far my carelessness has worked out fine because usually the kids are in the other room watching TV and Little Dude doesn't know how to open doors yet. By now I'm sure you can tell where this is going. This afternoon S-Boogie had a friend over playing and they decided that Little Dude was the "bad guy" who needed to be shut in the bathroom. I was in the bedroom with the door closed and Mr. Fob was in the living room, so before we realized it Little Dude had grabbed the hot iron with his little hand. I feel so, so bad. Especially since I had to run off to class to give a final shortly after it happened. Apparently he spent much of the evening crying and holding up his little hand, hoping someone could make it better (thankfully Daddy figured out that keeping it in a glass of cold water helps). Hopefully he'll be feeling better tomorrow and I will be too. I hate knowing that my carelessness hurt my sweet little guy like that.
But then this afternoon I had one of those sad moments where I really did (and do) feel like a bad mom. When I get ready for work in the afternoon I've gotten in the habit of plugging in my curling iron in the bathroom, shutting the door, and going in my room to change while it heats up. So far my carelessness has worked out fine because usually the kids are in the other room watching TV and Little Dude doesn't know how to open doors yet. By now I'm sure you can tell where this is going. This afternoon S-Boogie had a friend over playing and they decided that Little Dude was the "bad guy" who needed to be shut in the bathroom. I was in the bedroom with the door closed and Mr. Fob was in the living room, so before we realized it Little Dude had grabbed the hot iron with his little hand. I feel so, so bad. Especially since I had to run off to class to give a final shortly after it happened. Apparently he spent much of the evening crying and holding up his little hand, hoping someone could make it better (thankfully Daddy figured out that keeping it in a glass of cold water helps). Hopefully he'll be feeling better tomorrow and I will be too. I hate knowing that my carelessness hurt my sweet little guy like that.
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You're not a bad mom. It could've (and has) happened to any one of us.
At the time I had a 'professional' extra hot curling iron. My 18 month old son grabbed it, wrapping his little fingers around the barrel.
We ended up in the ER because his delicate skin was charred--and severe burns across the bendy places on the hand can result in later problems. We went through burn therapy (debridement--awful!).
Anyways, is it any wonder that now I only use a blow dryer and I dutifully unplug it after each use?
So don't worry, there are worse moms, like me, out there.