Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Thankfully, there are no pishers of this ...

This morning I woke up to a bear. And not the cute, cuddly Hunny-eating Pooh kind, neither.

This ursine apparition was the nothing's-going-to-make-me-happy, no-matter-how-many-books-you-read or how-many-episodes-of-Clifford-you-let-me-watch because I-just-had-a-nightmare kind.

Of course, she can't tell me about her distress because A) She's not sure of this "nightmare" thing and B) she doesn't remember why she's upset.

This was a just your average, run-of-the-mill, stand-in-the-middle-of-the-room-and-wail MASTERPIECE.

Eat breakfast? NO!
Get dressed? NO!
Read a book? NO!
Go back to bed and get up when you feel better? NO!
Maybe the potty would help? NO!NO!NO!

So I did what any at-wit's-end, 20-minutes-until-I-have-to-leave-for-work mommy might do; we went to the car wash.

What is this?
It's like an amusement park ride.
What's an asmuseman part ride?
Nevermind, it will be fun. It's like a shower for the car.
Oh ... it's dark in here. .. ooooh there's soap and water. ... and we not getting wet, mama! This IS fun!
Let's do it again, okay?


kimmyk said...

Hey whatever works.

The crazy things we do to get them through the rough patches I tell ya.

Trish said...

Isn't it funny that they like carwashes so much? I did the same thing today with mine, except the gas station that I used had their carwash "out of order" sign up. OF COURSE. So now I look like 'can't follow through' mommy and had to tapdance and take them to golden arches playground. Not the same and much germier, but a mom's gotta do....