Monday, August 15, 2005
Bad Mom Bad Mom Bad Mom
We all say that we have the cutest kid in the world, right? Well, I do, of course. Tonight, I'm really damn lucky to have her and probably don't deserve her. I sent her upstairs to take a bath while lounging around with my husband. I thought, hmmm, she's awfully quiet up there, what could she be getting into. I dragged my feet for a few minutes more, and then went up to check on her. There she was, floating dead still in the tub, gratefully face up. I shouted at her, and her eyes popped open. She started to cry, I started to cry. She had fallen asleep in the tub. "Mommy, you scared me," she cried. Oh honey, you have no idea.
If I wasn't so emotional, I would have realized there wasn't enough water in the tub to cover her face. If she breathed it, she'd wake up right away. (Would she? God I hope so.) The real test of severity was that George came upstairs to see what all the hubbub was about. Poked his head in to see me sobbing with Chloe, and then turned around and went back downstairs.
So that's it, she's not old enough for private bathtime, yet. God, when will we be able to stop watching every move? I'm so shook up.
Posted by Dominique at 1:02 AM