Yesterday was a long day for me. I didn't intend it to be that way but I somehow found myself in the supermarket and that just always makes the day longer. When I got home, I decided to cook something quick and tasty - macaroni elbows with minced beef and cheese. Anyway, I also decided it would be best to clean some chicken for cooking today and that's exactly what I was doing when all of a sudden, my younger son walked past me plastered in white paste. I blinked a few times as I watched him head toward the bathroom before asking, "Jaheim? What are you covered in?"
"I don't know!" He calmly responds as he climbs onto the toilet so he can reach the bathroom sink. He's only two, so he can't reach it otherwise.
At this point, his brother comes to me with a container of muscle rub. "Jaheim had this," he says. It always amazes me how he can always tell me what his brother has been up to, after the fact. I can never get a heads up from him.
Let me add here that the muscle rub is mentholated and Jaheim has it plastered all in his head. "Oh no! Jaheim what are you doing?" I ask.
"Washing my hands."
"Ok. Don't do anything else. I'm going to have to give you a bath!"
No answer. Then Shakir says: "Mummy! Jaheim is putting his head under the pipe. Jaheim, don't put your head under that pipe. Don't do that Jaheim. Stop trying to put your head under the pipe..."
Now, you would really need to be here to appreciate how annoying that was. He isn't trying to stop him or anything as he says this, but he continues in the same monotone voice until I eventually intervene. I don't think I need to add that Jaheim wasn't paying him any attention either. And there I was with my hands covered in chicken and not seeming to be able to move fast enough. And if you guessed that the screaming started next, you'd be correct. The cream ran down his head and got all in his eyes.
I swear if I wasn't the super hero I am, I would have probably started to cry right then and there as well. Anyway, in the next few seconds, I managed to get my hands cleaned and get Jaheim undressed and in the bath. I washed his eyes and shampooed his hair, all the while he's screaming, and since I somehow got some of the darned cream in my eyes as well, I knew exactly how he felt. So, his eyes start feeling better and he stops bawling in one - like I said 100 to 0, real quick - and he asks me, "mummy, is your eye any better?" He knew I had gotten some in my eye, while trying to help him. :-)
One thing, I have to say I'm grateful for at this point though, through it all, he followed my instructions and the situation didn't get any worse than it was. Super hero-in-training.
Allison is mother to two active boys who challenge her on a day to day basis with their escapades. In her other life, Allison juggles a regular day job as a marketing executive in a health food organization. At night, when everyone is asleep, she dreams of being a fulltime writer and super hero.