A follow-up to an older post bath time (un)fun. This was as close as I could get her to getting into the water. The rubber ducky almost got her, almost. She still will have nothing to do with a bath.
I think people think that I’m kidding. I think my sister realizes what a pickle I’m in. She helped me when I was there for Christmas. She howled and freaked out of course.
I’ve been trying everything, the bathroom sink. Nope, and I even just kept her shirt and diaper on. Thinking that I could trick her… Oh funny mommy, you are fooling no one. As soon as her feet and calf’s hit the water, her face contorted into the squeal of fear.
Thought at the suggestion of my sister, that maybe she doesn’t like to have her head wet. Lean her over the sink and wet her head and get her use to the water. That not such a big deal.
So once again I’m back to sponge baths for now… Le Sigh, I really hope that this is just a phase.
But seriously who doesn’t like baths… oh wait yes my daughter 😦
Doesn’t she look happy? Oh that face will fool you at every turn. I always thought ooh I can’t wait to give her baths. How fun and relaxing it will be. A good just before bed routine, soooo not the case. She hates, and I mean HATES bath time. I thought that all kids loved it. Her first bath was okay, she tolerated it. I think it was more what is this new experience? But since then it has been a fight. I figured maybe it was the bath tub that my parents brought for me. It’s a weird angle, or I think so anyway. Maybe the water was not warm enough.
So each time I attempted the dreaded bath time I changed it up. I even decided bathing with her, it could relax her and make it more fun being with mummy.
She screams, and not a dainty girly scream. At the top of her lungs you are killing me kind of scream. I’m sure my neighbours think I am. So bath time has become the I don’t want to do it. Or the quickest bath in the entire world. The last few times I’ve just given her a sponge bath. That she is fine with. And I don’t run the risk of someone calling the cops on me for beating my child.
Could it be that once she can better sit on her own she will enjoy it? Or will I always be stuck with my little screamer? HELP
I never realized how your personal hygiene goes out the window once you have a wee one. I sat feeding her today, sniff sniff. I look down at her, and lean in closer have you pooped already. Good Gawd, that stinks. But the closer I get to her, the less I think its her.
It can’t be, I say to myself I lean into my own arm pit. For the love of all that is holy, it is me. It then gets me thinking, hmmm when was the last time I had a shower? I don’t remember anymore when I last cleaned myself. How is that??!! I know that I haven’t shaved my legs in almost four months. I call it my real hair leg warmers. I mean it is winter after all, and whom the hell is going to care. At least I remember to brush my teeth every night. I think any way.
I did end up having a shower tonight. And holy hell, it felt great. I didn’t want to get out. But there is no such thing as long leisurely bath time any longer. But I kept thinking back to when I was little. And my dad would tell me it was time to get out of the bath. “But I’m not wrinkly yet” I would protest. That is the true way to tell when it’s time to get out of the bath right?. I just wanted to say that tonight.
I wanted to fill the tub, have bubbles. Maybe some candles, a glass of something something. Put my legs freshly shaven they would be, up by the taps. Sink deep until my ears were touching the water. But alas I was snapped out of my wet dream if you will. By the tiny whimper coming from the living room.
I think I might have to write down take shower, and put it somewhere so I remember. How have I become so forgetful?