I had grand plans for this weekend, but as usual the thing on my to do list didn't all get done. I'm sure it's a function of what was on my "To Do List" and not that I (or my husband) was a slacker. The thing with lists is that they don't account for things that could and do happen.
Although my list for this weekend included getting a majority of the living room/kitchen painting complete, it did not include my 3 year old touching a scorching 300 watt light bulb that was being used to light the area being painted. David and I are both beside ourselves with guilt so before anybody calls DCFS, I cannot imagine that a federal agency could make us feel worse than we already do. It was one of those moments when the pain of hearing your child cry for an hour makes you feel like an incompetent and undeserving parent. Just writing about it now - nearly 12 hours later - brings tears to my eyes and a lump to my throat.
Our 3 year old is fine now and the only reminder of the incident is a blister on his right hand and a lesson learned NOT TO TOUCH ANYTHING HOT OR ANYTHING THAT MOM AND DAD SAID NOT TO TOUCH. Unfortunately, the 2 year old hasn't seemed to learn the same lesson as he is still mesmerized by the painting lamp (now put high on a shelf where even I cannot get to it). The 3 year old is sleeping comfortably with the aid of lots of milkshakes, cookies, and anything else he wanted. It's amazing what parental guilt will make you give into when your child is crying.
Alas, the walls are not completely finished. There are 2 walls that are half covered with the paint color we selected - Wasabi - a greenish yellowish color that looks pretty good on the walls despite what the color sample looks like on line. Actually, it looks exactly like the color of wasabi. It's been a challenging weekend but I'm ready for the coming week and looking forward to next weekend where it will NOT include any painting or unpacking - "To Do Lists" be damned!
I felt the same way when Jack touched the hot tailpipe of my car. I wasn't there, but Hubby was. And Jack has never done that again.
I still shudder when I think about it. Had I been there, I would've gladly taken his place.
Posted by: Amy | April 06, 2008 at 07:47 PM