One for the books...Stupid Mom Moment #216

Somebody please send in my terrible mother of the year nomination.

Today while I was getting the baby dressed after a bath I slipped her diaper under her bum and grabbed the diaper rash ointment and applied a rather generous blob to her butt. About half a second before I began rubbing it all in my other daughter looks at me a little confused and asks, "Icy Hot?"

AAAHhhhhhh!! OMG, did I really just put Icy Hot on my baby's ass? How ironic because as Campeon and I used it a couple of nights before we were exchanging stories of times the Icy Hot got applied to the thigh and made its way a little too close to home for comfort. Ouch.

Flipping the tube over did in fact reveal the big red and blue letters "Icy Hot". Shit! I quickly wiped the goo off and called for emergency backup from my discerning daughter to get a rag with soap all the while waiting for the screaming to start. Well the baby's face got a little red and she got a look about her that said, "I am uncomfortable and not sure why" but she did not scream or even cry. Thank God. "Sister really saved your ass on this one, literally."

I was completely in shock. You see the tube was upside down on my night stand next to the Orajel and baby lotion. It looked the same to me. Didn't even think to look at it. Looked the same coming out too. =(

What else can I say but, its one for the books...Stupid Mom Moment #216.

Honor Thy iCal

True to my pencil sharpening nature, when we got this iMac I filled up nearly the entire year on the iCal with all sorts of things.

I have a calendar for home, one for work, one for my daughter's activities, one for ahem "family planning" which by the way does not appear to be working (we can be sure in the next couple of days here), one for chores, one for school, birthdays, etc, etc.

Well, much to Campeon's dismay, this last Wednesday I gleefully announced that today was marked for cleaning out the garage! Oh glorious day that only comes two times a year. He argued, and fought and pleaded but eventually gave in because he knew as well as I did that it really needed to be done!

Well after only a few hours we got it all spruced up and guess what miraculous thing happened next? Suddenly Campeon could get to his things again and finally decided to finish the missing grout in our kitchen which we re-tiled...6 months ago. I kept telling him "honey, its kind of ghetto to sweep and mop the kitchen, then have to bust out the vacuum cleaner hose to get all the crumbs from the cracks."

Moral of the story: Honor thy iCal and you shall see great rewards.

My kitchen now looks great by the way. Nice work baby!