In Which The Parenting Gods Whack Me On The Head

by doodaddy on August 2, 2007

I, who should know better, have tempted the parenting gods with my hubris.

I was explaining to Grandma Doo how I finally feel like I’m getting everything under control: I successfully juggle Boobaby, housework, cooking, preparing to move, and even a little bit of a social life.

Just then, while simultaneously loading the dishwasher, pouring water, cleaning the toilet, and getting Boo a stick of string cheese (gross, I know), I managed to whack my head against the corner of the cabinet.


So, scalp bleeding, crouching on the floor, using one arm to keep Boo from climbing into the dishwasher and putting the bathroom cleanser away with my foot, I had an epiphany; another of those parenting realizations came to me:

There is no routine so well worked out that it can’t be disrupted by a well-timed whack on the head.

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