This past Saturday night was bath night. Bath night is something that neither Anthony nor I look forward to. It is surprising how much work it is to give two small children a bath and then get them ready for bed.
My daughter, in general, has been pretty grumpy lately. I am hoping it is teeth...scratch that...I am praying it is teeth and not just her personality! (It had to be said.) ;) Any who, she loves taking a bath. Splashing in the water, chewing on bath toys, it is all just so much fun. But somewhere in the middle of the fun she usually decides she's done with the whole bath thing and is ready for bed. At that point, she starts crying...nonstop...until you finish her bath and take her out of the water. This night was no different.
My son, has always loved his bath. He almost never cries in the bath. But this day was different. Earlier in the day he had fallen down and scrapped his knees. Have you ever had a fairly new cut or scrape and then ran it under water. For those of you who haven't, it burns! As soon as the water touched his skinned, raw knees, he started crying.
First he said he wanted out. After Anthony told him that he had to stay in until his bath was done he started saying, "I want my mommy! I want my mommy!" (which is amazing because he never wants me for anything). Unfortunately, he wanted me to kiss his knees to make them better and then hold him. Well, I could do the first, but not the second. Go figure, the one thing he wants me for in a very long time I can't even do for him. Once I told him I couldn't hold him, he just sat there and cried...nonstop...until we took him out of the bath.
Let's pause here to talk about Sing-a-ma-jigs (there is a point to this, I promise). Sing-a-ma-jigs are a toy. If you are not familiar with them, feel free to play with them the next time you are in the toy aisle. They are ridiculously infectious. So when random people start glaring at you for relentlessly playing with them in the store, you can blame me. I know of them because my parents bought some to keep at their house for the kids to play with when they come over.
Here is the thing with the sing-a-ma-jigs. As there name would suggest, they are thing-a-ma-jigs that sing...hence, sing-a-ma-jigs. You can play several of them at once and they will harmonize with one another. The thing is, I'm not sure I would classify the strange sound emitting from them as singing. I can't quite describe it, but I wouldn't call it singing. (If you want to here them sing you can go to this website and play with some of them: Play With The Sing-a-ma-jigs! )
Back to my bath story. Both kids are in the bathtub, disgruntled, crying, and CRYING and CRYING! Oddly, they were crying in perfect harmony. And their crying reminded me a lot of the strange sounds the sing-a-ma-jigs make. And that's when I began laughing somewhat uncontrollably.
I'm a good person, and a good mother, and I did feel bad for both of them. But there are two ways I could have approached the situation. I could have become angry and frustrated at the utter chaos taking place, or I could laugh. Looking at their sad, pathetic, puppy-dog faces, listening to them cry in perfect harmony, and thinking of how their crying strangely reminded me of a sing-a-ma-jig, I could do nothing but laugh!
Sincerely,
The Mother of Disgruntled Sing-a-ma-jigging Children
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