it’s a mom thing: nablopomo 8/30
Llamaface and I watched Ray last night, finally, thanks to Netflix. Unfortunately, we had to stop it about 1/4 of the way in because I was crying hysterically. Why? Because they show how Ray’s brother George died. THEY SHOW THE KID DYING. And not only do they show it, but it’s one of my worst fears, one of my children dying the way he does. I’ve had nightmares about it. Bath time has long been Llama’s delegation because of this fear. He had no idea, he said. Umm, yes you did. “Why do I always have to give him baths?” “Because I’m afraid of dropping him and not being able to save him before he drowns. Please bathe him.” Exact conversation, over 1.5 years ago. Maybe he thought I was joking or being melodramatic or something, I don’t know, but now he certainly does. It took me a good 10-15 minutes before I could calm down enough to continue. I used to roll my eyes at my mom when she’d get upset at missing person shows about kids. Now I understand. Sorry, Mom.