Yesterday was probably not my best parenting day ever. It would rank pretty close to the bottom of the list from the past three months. I blew it. But I could have blown it so much worse than I actually did!
Watty was being mouthy and smart mouthed. He’s eight, but sometimes his attitude reminds me of a 15 year old. It was one of those days where nothing I did was going to satisfy the boy, and he was determined to let me know about it.
He’d already lost television privileges and incurred some other consequences. He’d already told me not to talk to him again. He’d already informed me that I was the cause of his problems and that I had ruined his life.
The point is that I was a wee bit stressed and was definitely not a happy mom.
The boys and I were cleaning out my car and that’s always such a joyful task. My kids get grossed out and make barfing noises when I ask them to pick up the garbage they’ve been leaving in the backseat. When I ask them to pick up trash, they start picking up stuff the side of mustard seeds and asking me if it’s trash or not.
It was not a fun time.
I was particularly annoyed to discover the dozen or so bottles of water that had been opened and discarded (with only one or two sips taken out of them). When I held up a water bottle to discuss it with the boys, I noticed a big floating blob of black mold stuff. It was about the size of a lemon.
My kids asked me what would happen if they drank they black moldy water.
It would kill you.
Yep, I told them it would kill them. That black mold had me as grossed out as rancid raw chicken juice. (That is a level four hazmat emergency in my house). It was gross. I wasn’t really thinking.
Watty had this panicked look on his face as he handed me an old fast food cup.
Is it moldy?
When he asked me if the cup was moldy, I wasn’t paying attention. I was definitely not earning a “best parent of the year” award. I tossed the cup in the garbage bag and kept going.
No mommy, I really need to know! Did it have mold in it?
The panicked voice reached my brain.
Watty, did you DRINK THIS?!?!
Just a sip. By accident.
I looked in the cup. It had a giant hunk of black fuzz floating in the cup. I just about gagged at the thought of it, and my son could read my face.
I’M GOING TO DIE!!!!!! I DRANK IT AND I’M GOING TO DIE!!!!!! I DON’T WANT TO DIE!!!!
So my son is now in full blown panic mode because he thinks he’s going to die… because I told him he would. I have no where to go on this one. He already thinks I’m stupid and a horrible mom, and I can’t afford to lose a single shred of my remaining mom-cred.
I took a deep breath and lied.
We went to the pharmacy, and that’s when I saw it.
I was sooooo tempted to give him castor oil! I admit it. For a brief moment, I thought about how sick the castor oil would make him feel and how it would definitely teach him something. For a short second of time, I was a baaaaaaaaaad mommy, at least in my head. It wasn’t my best parenting day ever, but it could have been so much worse!
Then I took a deep breath and made better choices.
I chose an off-brand tummy soother medicine for children.
When we got home, it took Watty about an hour to be convinced he wasn’t going to die.
He’s fine. He had absolutely no signs of illness from drinking the black blob stuff.
I’m a little unhappy with myself. I said something without thinking it through, and it caused some drama. Then, to avoid further drama, I gave my son a placebo. I kind of feel like I stink as a mom. Then again, it could have been so much worse.
Care to share? Would anyone else have been tempted by the castor oil?