Just One Of Those "Bad Mom/Wife" Days, and Aden's Bathtub Fear

Do you ever have those days where you feel like the worst mom/wife/whatever in the whole world?

I had one of those days today. All in all, the day was pretty good. Aden and I walked to the Dollar Store with Hannah, to get some scrapbooking stuff (about time, right?), and to No Frills for milk and pop. It was a good afternoon. When Richard got home at 3:30, I began to wonder what I might cook. Since we were out of the house, I didn't do dishes... but I thought, oh, it'll be okay, I'll make pasta, and I just washed the pot a couple days ago. Richard decided he'd run to the store and get hamburger buns and macaroni salad, and he could barbeque. YES, barbeque is always good. So I gave Richard my bank card so he can go to the store and get said buns and salad.

So you may be wondering where exactly my day turns sour and I begin to feel like crap.

Richard gets back from the store, and asks for a plate to put the burgers on. CRAP. I realize there is one big plate left in the fridge. When he's done, I go to cut Aden up some meat. CRAP. I realize there are no clean forks. This is quite a feat, as we have more forks than any household should have. Once Aden's meal is already, and I send him and his food outside with Richard, I start to put together my burger. CRAP again. I realize I completely forgot to cut up any tomatoes, onions or pickles for the burgers. I look around at my surroundings, and notice my kitchen is a disaster. So many dirty dishes. Ugh. I need to hire someone just to wash my dishes I think. There are NO clean big plates, NO medium plates, NO bowls, and until Richard washed them, there were NO clean forks, and NO clean big spoons.

I. FAIL.


Aaaaanyway... enough of my epic failure as a mother/wife.

One thing I have really begun to dread is bath time. Up until recently, it was not something Aden or myself were afraid of. But in the past couple of weeks, that's changed. Drastically.

A little while ago, Aden was standing up in the tub and he peed. He never before noticed his little boy parts, at least never in the tub before. He noticed it after he peed. Towards the end of the bath, he peed again, and for some reason, it scared him. Luckily the bath was over anyway, so I took him out and all was well.

A few days later, it was bath time again, and Aden was terrified right from the start. He kept looking down at his little willy and would just whine in fear. It's so silly. By the end of the bath (which was forced to be very quick), he was bawling to get out, thanks to being so afraid.

Tonight, I was dreading bathtime. And with reason. As soon as Aden got in, he freaked. He clung to me and would not let go for the entire bath. And, I don't know about anyone else, but this did not make the bath any easier. I manage to wash his body while he was standing up, clinging to me, but the hair... it was just not going to happen. I had to force him to back up so I could wash and rinse his hair (which he hates, by the way). Once that was done, he clung to me again. I noticed he was peeing on the wall of the tub, and he hated that... and he clung even harder.

I do NOT know how to deal with this. It's such an odd fear, and not only is it causing him to fear peeing in the tub, but it's causing him to fear bathtime in general. And here I was, thinking I was lucky to have a kid who enjoyed bathtime. Stupid girl... of course it wouldn't last...