Rub a dub cry

Now I know why his father gives him his baths.

Tonight Josh met a friend out for Happy Hour so I stayed home with Jack. We played and ate dinner and played some more and then it was bathtime.

Normally, this is Josh territory. He comes home from work and gives Jack dinner and they play a little and then he gives him a bath. It's nice that they have a little routine and get to hang out just the boys.

I am usually banished from sight because someone tends to whine if he sees me. Oh and Jack gets fussy too.

Well tonight I got Jack in his bath and we were playing for a bit with his tub animals before it was time to wash up. I poured a little water over his head and he fah-reaks out on me.

There was crying and protestations and he was trying to get away from me.

Of course, I continue with the washing, undeterred.

But when I go to rinse his hair, I try to tip his head back and he tries to get away from me and he bangs his head into the back of the tub.

So now he's really crying and needs me to pick him up. He's soaking wet, and I am wearing a sweater. So I wrap him up as best I can and carry his now screaming self into the bedroom.

We have to put lotion on him because of his eczema, so he's screaming bloody murder all the way through that process as well. He finally calmed down to a cry when his pajamas were all snapped and I picked him up and showed him the stuffed puppy on his shelf.

A boob was proffered and all was right with the world.

Who knew bath time could be so stressful?