This is why I’m claiming new-Mama status until at least next summer.
Noon: Pull out bathtub to give Roo a bath.
12:03: Realize that water is pouring out of the bathtub as fast as it’s going in because I’ve forgotten to latch the two sides that slide out from each other. Mop up.
12:10: Put baby in bathtub.
12:11: Baby pees.
12:11:30 Pull baby out. Realize that I have forgotten a towel. Run with wet, naked baby into the next room and turn dresser drawer upside down looking for one before he freezes.
12:12: Go back into the kitchen with towel-wrapped baby and realize bathtub latch has come undone again and water is pouring all over the floor.
12:14: Scream words that I would like not to use in front of baby but use all the time anyway. Throw teeny tiny kitchen rag onto giant puddle and ignore the rest.
12:16: Run the water in the regular bathtub, strip down, get in with naked baby.
12:17: Realize I have forgotten the baby soap, which is still in the kitchen, now in a puddle of water.
12:18: Decide to wash baby without soap. He doesn’t sweat, play in the dirt, etc. Fine.
12:21: Baby pees AGAIN.
12:21:30: We get out of the bathtub. Baby is smiling and happy. Mama surveys the trashed house, almost cries. Looks at smiling baby, decides to laugh instead. Calls for reinforcement.