“Keep your love for one another at full strength, because
love covers a multitude of sins.” 1
Peter 4:8
In celebration of Mother’s Day this week, and a lack of
progress in my book writing endeavor, I have decided to reactivate my blogging
in hopes my writing will bring enjoyment to someone. Me.
You. Anyone?? Plus, I need to chronicle these stories in
case I forget in my old age.
Anyway, as stated before, I grew up thinking I never wanted
children. And some days I’m still
right. There was no lovey dovey feeling
when they handed me my first writhing child, but as luck would have it they’ve
grown on me. Good thing, huh? I blame endless entertainment as the bond
that holds us all together.
About a month ago, one of my children, who will remain
nameless to protect the innocent, had a serious case of the RA*. In babies, they call it diaper rash, but
since he hasn’t seen a diaper in eons, I’m calling it the adult version: red, chapped, whatever you want to call it,
it’s not good!
This was not the first time inadequate wiping had reared its
ugly head, so I had showed him previously my face wipes that he could use to
help clean himself up if he suspected the job was too much for toilet paper to
handle. They’re the cheap face wipes
from the dollar store, but they contain aloe and are better than dry paper on
an already tender crack. And they won’t
set you on fire like baby wipes.
Not that I know personally.
Okay, maybe I do…
Maybe RA runs in the family.
Said child had complained at bedtime of pain, burning,
overall agitation, and restlessness due to the RA. I tried everything I knew to help make him
comfortable, but nothing was working. I
finally suspected stalling tactics to keep from going to bed, but when he came
to me the third time flopping around and actually crying real tears, I knew
there was more to the story.
I asked him what he’d done.
He said he’d used some wipes.
Which wipes? I asked.
These….
Clorox wipes.
So child ended up taking a shower about 11PM, got
reslathered with the A+D ointment, and finally stopped being hysterical and
went to bed.
Nobody died.
But good advice would be not to use Clorox wipes as butt
wipes. Just saying.
*****
We went out of town last weekend and stayed in a hotel for
two nights. On the morning after our
first hotel stay, I have this conversation with the same child:
“Boy, that new toothpaste of yours really works! My teeth even feel clean this morning!” he
says.
“I know. I got a
whitening one this time and it really cleans your teeth good.”
“I don’t think I even need to brush my teeth this morning,
they’re so clean!” he says.
“You still have to brush your teeth.”
“But they’re still clean!” he says.
“No, really, you still have to brush your teeth.”
(Goes into bathroom where father is brushing his own teeth.)
Overheard from father, “Hey, let me see that…. That’s NOT toothpaste!!”
And what was it?
Hydrocortisone cream.
That’s why I love them.
Because they make me laugh!
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