Forgive me. I have sinned.
Like Catholics, Jews are endowed with a healthy (gulf-sized) amount of guilt.
That sinking feeling in the pit of my Jewish gut doesn't seem to stop me from doing bad/stupid things. However, transgressing does make me thirsty, er, feel horrible.
Herewith, a short list of this week's sins in an attempt to alleviate some of my pain:
1) Ignoring my kid
"You're fine, sweetheart," I kept insisting when Hudson complained, his face grimaced and red, that the wetsuit I just stuffed him into was hurting around the collar. He was late for swimming and needed to get into the stroller (so we could run him there) immediately. There was no time to change.
"But mummy, it's too itchy," he whined.
"You're fine," I said authoritatively.
"But mummy," he said, fingering the wetsuit collar.
"You're fine," I said, more authoritatively.
Hudson developed a red, splotchy rash ringing his neck. It lasted for three days.
2) Ignoring my kid
Hudson was trudging lethargically around his playroom Saturday afternoon and, even though he wasn't demanding a nap, clearly needed one.
"One moment, sweetheart," I said, when he asked me for a peanut butter sandwich, a clear sign he was tired because he rarely - if ever - asks to eat. I was two pages away from finishing a chapter in a great book.
"Mommy, I'm hungry," he said again, just as my cellphone rang.... 15 minutes later I remembered that he wanted something to eat. I went back to his playroom to see if he was still interested and.... he was lying like a forgotten drunk on the floor, fast asleep.
3) Ignoring my kid.
Did I mention I'm reading a great book?
"Just one more TV show, mummy," Hudson said, pleading.
"Sure kid," I said seven separate times Saturday afternoon, leaving Hudson in front of the TV for more than three hours so I could finish my book.
What? Sue me! Some TV sometimes isn't the worst thing ever. Leave me alone! I needed that time... (and I could use a drink...).