So, the man ran to the store for a few items I needed for St Patty's Day dinner yesterday. It was just me and Chase.
I decided to pull out the gel polish crap and do my nails, I have an interview today with the CEO of the company.
Now gel nails are a much faster, longer lasting manicure than traditional polish and each layer dries in 30 to 60 seconds when cured under the LED lamp. I get to the base coat layer on the second hand (not even 1/3 of the way into the manicure) and in walks mini me with a hand on his belly and "that face".
Mommy, my belly hurts, I think I have to poop. GREEEAAAT. (How many times does this kid crap a day?!?!)
Well buddy you are either going to learn to wipe yourself today or you are going to sit an extra 7 to 10 minutes when you are done.
We spent a good 5 minutes arguing that he could learn to wipe himself, and him saying no.
So he waits, an extra 8 minutes. I go in to do that which I hate more than almost anything and he asks if my nails are dry and has to touch them to make sure. I do the deed and when he gets up he has the BIGGEST, most RED ring on his ass from the seat.
Is it crazy of me to think at 4 years old, and an ass that smells worse than the other 2 boys I live with combined, he should learn how to wipe his own ass? Is that crazy? Anders is 12 I can not remember when he started doing it himself.
Hopefully at some point before I die, Chase will have to wipe my ass for a while, payback is a bitch.
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