I was inspired by I’m Not a Volcano’s confession. (I don’t know her first name—so I’ll call her Mama Hottie! :) )
Her post was super hilarious! She was talking about making a REAL confession—not the confessions like allowing your kids to eat chocolate cake for breakfast or taking a nap if you need one. What kind of a confession is that?
Really. Who hasn’t done those things?
Inspired by her fun post, I decided to make my own confession.
Camryn's confession: (of many sure to follow :))
I hate to kiss my kid’s owies.
No really, I get bugged if they get hurt after I have warned them NOT to do something.
In fact, with four kids, I can’t keep up with all the owie, head bangin’, knee scrapin’, lego-and-barbie-parts-chucked-at-my-head hurts and pains of every day life! I just can’t keep up with it when they are 9 and younger. So, I hatched this brilliantly wicked plan.
I taught my kids how to kiss their own owies.
When they get hurt, this is how I handle it. If they come whimpering for a kiss, I just remind them to ‘kiss it better’.
(Of course there are exceptions—like the bad injuries. What I’m talking about is the minor injuries like the: ‘Bisquick threw an Oreo at my head and it hurt!’)
I can’t help but laugh every time they kiss their own owies. It’s especially funny when they hurt their derriere and they spin circles like a dog chasing its tail, growling in frustration because they can’t reach it with their puckered lips.
I dare you to try it.
(Not chase your derriere—THAT would be embarrassing.)
Try getting your kids to kiss their own owies. It’s an awesome time saver!
What kinds of things do you find yourself doing? And please, no comments like: you haven't done your kid’s hair in 48 hours and they're still wearing their clothes since Saturday.
Been there. Done that.
(And my kid is even wearing her clothes backwards.)