Monday Motherhood Musing: Bubba's Beautiful Hair, an Electrifying Story!

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It's a rainy day here, the kind of day that just makes you want to stay in bed.

I've been staying in bed lately.  I've been getting up after 6, or 6:30 even. 

I used to roll out of bed at 5:30 or so, but I've gotten lazy.  So I got out of bed and saw the girls off; before they left Nuggetizer was up, so we hung for awhile before I started waking Bubba up.  That's a feat in and of itself, but it wasn't too bad this morning.  About 8:30 I was in the basement dealing with some laundry and I heard a loud, "Aaagh!" from Bubba. 

I thought, "His hair must be really aggravating him!"

Bubba has this wonderful, thick, loppy, sand-colored hair with giant waves in it.  When it gets long it gets curly, but not kinky-curly like mine; he has these beautiful medium to large curls and waves that I just salivate over.  One of those heads of hair that should belong to a girl....however, on an 8-year old boy, they can be frustrating, particularly when he has decided a more shaggy length is his "thing", rather than the buzz or crew cuts I freely give with the clippers.

His hair has become an issue for him.  I've taught him to completely wet it or to at least wet it down to the root in the sticky-uppy sections so he can tame it.

If anyone can relate to untameable hair, it's me!

Back to my story.....

So he came downstairs to the basement, crying.  I immediately rushed to him because Bubba is not a cry-er.  He is very stoic. 

Bubba once did this really cool and scary flipping, rolling, tucking thing off of his bike, not on purpose, and basically left a good portion of his arm skin on the road...and he sucked it up and kept it together.  He made it all the way to the house with me, waited for me to open the door, stepped inside, and then he burst into tears.  His buddies and some neighbors were outside, so no way was he crying until he was out of sight. 

He's a tough cookie. 

So I knew that something was really wrong.

He shocked himself.  Plugging in the hair-dryer.  He must have zapped it but-good because it hurt for over a half-hour.

Off to preschool with Nuggetizer we went, with me calling the doctor on the way...I just wasn't sure what to do.  He got a pretty good zap, I figured, if he reacted that way.

He's not like Nuggetizer, who cries a lot.  Well, he cries more than Bubba anyway.  Everyone cries more than Bubba, actually.

The doctor's office took 40 minutes to call me back.....guess electrocution is not that serious!  They wanted him to come in for a quick check so we ran into the office for a check on his heart, some questions, and a few finger pricking episodes to make sure he had normal sensation in his hands.

We're all good.

And me, the mom with four kids who should know better, got a lecture about electric appliance safety.

Like I don't know.

I just got comfy, right?

Sigh. 

Isn't it the worst when you have to listen to information you already know so it feels like they are just rubbing in the stupidity surrounding you dropping the ball as a parent?  I hate that.  Mostly because it puts a microscope on my parenting imperfections and I like to think I'm awesome!

I have reviewed safety with blow-dryers with the girls, over and over, but never with Bubba specifically.

Go grab your boys and tell them about blow-dryer safety, please.

Because guys blow-dry too.