This morning, I put the little lady down for an early nap. I stocked the little man up with a bowl of strawberries, a dvd and a sippy cup of milk, normally enough to keep him enthralled for a good ten to fifteen minutes, and I hopped in the shower. As I was washing the conditioner out of my hair I heard a slightly alarming thump. Upon exiting the shower, it was the smell that told me all was not as it should be. The overwhelming smell of nail polish.
I walk out to see Oscar's favourite blanket with a telltale Oscar shaped lump crouching beneath it. I lift the blanket up to see it coated in purple and blue nailpolish, nailpolish that spills onto the floorboards and covers the majority of Oscar's foot.
Oscar looks at me seriously, "I'm just painting my toes." Sigh. He'd climbed into my wardrobe and discovered my nailpolish collection.
I know it could have been worse. Yet, every time something like this happens, I feel irresponsible, ashamed, alarmed, guilty. I think to myself, why didn't I shower last night? Because we all know a two and a half year old needs constant supervision. Sometimes, you just can't quite do it and that's when the bad moments happen. In those ten unsupervised minutes. And you feel like the worst mum ever.
ps you'd think I'd learn, I've had similar incidents involving blueberries and carpet, broken jewelry, baby wipes, handcream, flour, textas and the couch ...
Naked Oscar jumping off the couch after eating a few too many easter eggs.