Tuesday wasn't a great day...
Wednesday started off rocky too...
I can feel that stress is beginning to get the best of me.
I've decided to take a stand!
My son had an "accident" in our bed Tuesday morning.
He was in my bed.
I immediately flipped out.
It happened on a mattress that I cannot afford to replace.
On a king size comforter I knew would barely, if not at all fit in our washing machine, and that was probably dry clean only.
On a king size comforter I knew would barely, if not at all fit in our washing machine, and that was probably dry clean only.
I used to have "accidents" when I was little, so I know how it feels.
I know it's embarrassing, uncomfortable, and out of your control.
I know how it feels to be yelled at because of it.
So, why would I make my son feel that way??
I know it's embarrassing, uncomfortable, and out of your control.
I know how it feels to be yelled at because of it.
So, why would I make my son feel that way??
I shoved the comforter in the washer, despite what the tag said.
I scrubbed as best I could the spot on the mattress and while I did, I thought about some thing I have been hearing a lot about recently....
function.
I scrubbed as best I could the spot on the mattress and while I did, I thought about some thing I have been hearing a lot about recently....
function.
What was this comforters function??
To protect us from the cold.
To lay with us while we watch movies and read books.
To hold us close while we cuddle.
To be USED!
Accidents happen on the job!
This comforter and I were aware of what the job entailed, but the rewards were more than the risks...
and the job was filled!
I apologized to my son.
The comforter was cleaned.
The mattress was scrubbed.
A lesson was learned....
and life goes on...
I have a whole new concept in decorating and am in the process of keeping only the things that have a function and are not afraid to get used in my home!
I am hopefully on my way to being a better mother, a better wife, and a better hostess...
Stay tuned.
I had nearly the same day and realization during my husband's deployment (he's a soldier). That was a hard lesson for me as I stared at my freshly soiled brand new queen sized mattress and duvet. He did it a few weeks later as well. Grrr.
ReplyDeleteKudos to you for deciding the bed and duvet are just things, bought and sold every day. Good job, Mom!!!