Thursday, January 31
While I was trying to multitask this morning - drink coffee, answer buziness-type emails, prepare snacks for post-gymnastics feast - yes while I was trying to be SUPERMOM (because I am, oh yes I am) - Bumper played quietly in her room.
The quiet part should have been a dead give away that trouble was afoot. Oh and afoot it was - bfeet truth be told.
Bumper smeared a tin of cradle cap salve all over her head. It's made of palm oil, olive oil, cocoa butter, and all sorts of essential oils including lavender and patchouli. It's thick. And goopey. And water resistant - very very water resistant.
OMG - THREE SHAMPOOS LATER and she's still as greasy as we began - except now there is bubbles stuck in with the grease.
Have I ever mentioned how much Bumper hates (abhors, loathes, etc) having her hair washed?
We really only wash her hair when completely desperate and honestly it's a two adult job.
It's akin to wrestling an angry badger - an angry badger on PCP who just got served a restraining order by his former girlfriend and he now lives in a van DOWN BY THE RIVER.
So here I was - alone with Bumper - washing her hair and praying that the neighbours will not phone Child Services because the screams - OMG the screams - and somehow in all of this, I was delusional enough to think we could make gymnastics on time.
Eventually I came to my senses, realized that this stuff was going nowhere and gymnastics would be too dangerous with my greased up monkey.
So I've spent the day with a greasy, hippy-smelling toddler which really isn't as fun as it sounds.
I can't quite put my finger on who she reminds me of... omg... yes I do:
Any suggestions? Besides not comparing my child to Nick Nolte?