Let's be honest, there are certain aromas that evoke certain emotions in your soul. Ginger bread candles take me to Christmas time.
I can smell Love Spell by Victorias Secret and it takes me back to being fifteen when it was my favorite.
I can turn around in the store when I smell someone wearing Tobi's Cologne.
And then, there's A&D ointment.
When I smell that putrid smell, I want to cut off my nose.
I refuse to use it because I can smell it through the diaper and pants.
I'd rather smell 1000 dirty diapers, or six hundred pairs of stinky sweaty socks than A&D for three seconds.
Ok, I'm being dramatic.
Any way, you get my point.
Lets rewind a few days, and I'll inform you how psychotic my oldest child has been. He's been a nightmare and is on a sleeping strike. (Currently he's still yelling he wants to get out of bed) A few days ago at nap time Tobi went in to tell Riah to go to sleep for the fifteenth time. When he went in, he found that our darling son had opened a drawer, removed a bottle of lotion and squirted it all over his floor, dresser and walls.
Fast forward to bedtime that night. I go in to tell him to go to sleep for the fifteenth time. There is an entire box of qtips (hidden in his top drawer for months) emptied on the carpet and bed. With the tips chewed off.
Fast forward to last night. 10:50 pm.
A loud "MOOOOMMMMMMM" rang out from his bedroom.
In a panic, I jumped up from my bed and went to his room.
And the smell hit me.
A&D. For. Days.
Part of me wanted to turn around and never go back in his room. But eventually my maternal instinct kicked in and I flipped the light switch to check it out.
And there, in his bed, was this child.
His hair spiked up. His face all a glow. His bed all a stained. Smeared with the horrendous smelling A&D that was evidently in a drawer.
There were globs on his blankets. Globs on a pair of socks in the floor. And an empty tube twisted up in the midst of it all.
And it smelled horrible.
Anyone want to take him off my hands? Preferably before bedtime.
