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Mom Rant #3–The Stamp Fiasco


As most of you know, COVID has been hard on all parents, especially trying to work and try to supervise your children while they’re in school. Some families are choosing virtual or online learning, some are choosing to homeschool. 

Since Rafael is 3, he doesn’t technically need schooling. But as a former preschool teacher I love to have some hands on activities, learning time, circle time, and just some fun things to do while we’re all stuck at home. 

This particular day, a Wednesday, I decide to give Rafael some letter stamps. We have the stamps and the ink pad that comes with it. Kiara is a little too young to play with it so I put Rafael on the kitchen table so she won’t get into it. 

Rafael’s having a great time, Kiara’s playing in the living room with her toys and having a great time. 

Of course, in perfect timing, and just like my life is, I need to use the restroom. And not the fast type of restroom visit. 

So I leave the door open as most parents do when they are alone with their toddlers, and I figure I could still see what they’re doing.

I hear Rafael singing “Old McDonald” and I see Kiara walk past the door. She loves singing and making the animal sounds just like her brother. 

Kiara walks into the bathroom holding something in her hand. I look at her face. I look at her hands. Red! All over! I freak out!
Blood!? She’s not crying! 

It’s ink! I get up as fast as I can, trying to get the stamp pad out of her hand, but she runs away from me giggling. 

“Come back here!” I yell, trying to wipe myself fast.

She peeks her head back into the restroom and giggles again, then runs away. 

“Kiara!” I run with my shorts around my ankles. I grab the pad out of her hand and give her some water. Is this stuff non-toxic? I hope to God it is. I pull my shorts up, wash my hands in the kitchen sink and wipe her mouth and hands.

But then I realize that Rafael had thrown all the stamps on the floor. Every. Last. One. Kiara decides to try and grab a few so she can chew on them. 

At this point I’m out of my mind, so I take Rafael out of the seat, turn on some kids YouTube show for them and pick up all the stamps off the floor and out of Kiara’s mouth. 

As soon as I finish, I just have to take a big deep sigh. What has my life become? I can’t even poop in peace anymore. 

So for all you moms out there struggling with parenting on top of this COVID stuff, I feel you. I am with you. 

Until next time!

-Audriana

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