I attend a writing group with some fellow bloggers/aspiring authors about once a month. I got home late from our last monthly meeting the other night. When I asked my husband how his evening was, he gave me a sarcastic little laugh and said, “Aaah, children!”
He related to me what happened: Almost immediately after I left the house to leave for my writing group, our recently bathed and put in bed oldest daughter (3) came out of her bedroom holding an empty A+D tube. For those of you who don’t know what A+D is, it’s a diaper rash ointment that is extremely greasy. Obviously, my poor husband went rushing into the girl’s bedroom to find, much to his dismay, that our children had indeed made a mess.
What a mess it was! Both of our kids were covered head to toe in diaper rash ointment, huge globs of it lounging in their hair. My baby’s crib had been thoroughly smeared up and down every single post with ointment. The carpet housed large blobs of the goo and the closet door mirrors were slimed as high and low as a three year old can reach. Grease covered the toys, the clothes, and the books that happened to be available for smearing.
My sweet husband bathed both girls again, washing their hair twice and cleaning up the mess as best he could. The next morning, both girls smelled horribly of diaper rash ointment and their hair was still as greasy as could be. I had quite a time cleaning up the ointment that had been wiped on everything. In fact, I am still discovering areas of grease on the crib and certain toys that I missed on my first go around. All I could do was laugh about the incident, and thankfully, so could my husband. Children definitely make life more interesting.
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