It’s been awhile since I have shared a Finding the Funny, but last night we had a major situation that truly required me to find the funny. Thankfully I did, and I’m now going to share it with you. I’m sure that I’m not the only parent who has to deal with stuff like this, but sometimes, it sure feels like it!
Last evening had been a little rough. Angel had a meltdown at not being able to log into her profile on a game she plays on the computer. When I could tell she was getting upset, I asked her to take a break and go upstairs to cool off for a bit in her room, then she could come back and try again. She screamed at me that she didn’t need a break, thus proving my point. That was a little funny, seeing as she clearly needed the break. Since she got to the yelling stage, her computer time was ended for the night.
That was a little funny, but not the big moment. The big moment happened later during her bath time. Angel’s been pretty good lately when taking her baths, so she hasn’t been as closely supervised as we was a few months ago. In the past, she’s been talked to on several occasions about taking things into the bathtub to play with, including an umbrella, a bathing suit, a pair of boots, some small towels. Angel knows the rule is that you go into the shower naked, wash yourself, and get out.
I think we might need this for our kitchen!
Well, last night, I was busy doing something while she was in the shower. I noticed that she’d been in for awhile, so I told her that it was time to get out. Then I heard a dripping sound in the kitchen. We had some problems with our dishwasher recently, but I knew the dishwasher wasn’t plugged in. I went to the kitchen, and found water dripping through the ceiling along the place where the previous owner had repaired a leak.
I ran upstairs while yelling (not my finest moment), threw the bathroom door open and found Angel in the tub wearing a shirt, with a pile of sopping towels on the floor. She took all of the towels that were in the bathroom, got them soaking wet, and left them on the floor beside the tub. Every. Single. Towel.
I told her to pick them all up, put them in the tub to drain and get out. I took myself to my room for a time out so I could regroup. While I’m trying to calm down, Angel hollers, “Mommy, I don’t have any towels!” No kidding she didn’t have any towels! Neither did anyone else! I suggested that maybe she shouldn’t have gotten all the towels wet and her response was, “But Mommy, I only used the towels in here, that doesn’t mean there aren’t any others in the house!” I had to bite my tongue at this point, because I wanted to laugh, and I also wanted to scream.
While Angel got herself ready for bed, I called my mom. My mom is my lifeline. She can listen to me explain this type of situation and help me to work through it. She cracked up laughing when I muttered about Angel complaining there were no towels after she soaked them all. I couldn’t believe her audacity, although it really shouldn’t be a complete surprise to me. Best part? Mom offered to come over if I needed her. Later, after Angel was in bed, I messaged my best friend who also got me laughing. Knowing you have someone you can call when things are going crazy is a true gift.
My new suit for bathing Angel!
Needless to say, Angel is now going to be fully supervised in the bathroom again. I would like to be able to say that she understood what she did and that she had mended her ways, but she played in the tub again tonight. At least no towels were harmed tonight. At some point, she has to stop destroying the house, right?