There are two topics I've debated on whether I should blog about or not. The first is the news story of the little boy who was put into a washing machine at a laundry mat. Since it is quite disturbing, I didn't know what to say about it. My husband told me about it when the story first surfaced and the thought sickened me. How could anyone put their own child in a washing machine? Have they not heard about the mother who had to take her child off life support after he climbed into the washing machine while she stepped away for just a moment? As a parent, don't you try to protect your children in every way possible? Am I the only person who thinks worst case scenario for everything and because of this, avoids stupid actions like STICKING MY KID IN A WASHING MACHINE?! I think not.
Well against my better judgment I had him play the video of the incident at the laundromat. THE WORST IDEA EVERRRRR! I cried. A LOT. I cried off and on for the next hour or two. That night I was up at 3 am with the worst feeling in my belly. What if I let someone babysit Cruze? What if they thought it would be funny to stick him in a machine? What if that was my baby in there? What about that little boy? He must have been terrified. UGH. Here go the waterworks again.
Now I know that it wasn't his parents who stuck him in there but a babysitters friend. While I'm relieved to learn that it wasn't his parents (to some extent) I'm still sickened and saddened at the thought that anyone could do that to a child WHETHER THEY THOUGHT THE MACHINE WOULD LOCK OR NOT.
Come on people. THINK!
So that's the first topic. The second?
FEAR. I am in a constant state of fear when I take my son out of the house. Fear to the point of being a little crazy. If I'm around people and I hear so much as a sneeze, the worst thoughts cross my mind. MY CHILD MIGHT GET SICK! What if it's the flu? What if they have whooping cough?! Have you seen the commercials?! Babies can die from it. I know, I know. Not all babies actually do but the thought TERRIFIES me. I'm scared to eat at a restaurant. When I go to the mall, I pause outside every store to examine the people inside. I'm living in fear and it's not fun. When will it end? When will the need to have everyone wash their hands before touching him stop? Am I the only parent who is this crazy?
So there it is. The two topics that have been on my mind. The things that have kept me up at night...