Most Saturdays I bring you a parenting mistake my husband and I have made. Please have a laugh or cry at our expense — we really are good parents, I swear.
Summer is here and suddenly I have bug bites everywhere. I was commenting on this last night while laying in bed with Nora, reading stories. I also off-handedly wondered if there was a bug in our bed somewhere, launching nocturnal attacks.
Yes, I am a complete moron. I am trying to settle an insect-phobic three-year-old down for sleep and I insinuate that our beds are infested with bugs. She gasped and reflexing drew up her legs close to her body.
“There are bugs in the bed?”
“There are no bugs in our beds, Nora. I don’t know why Mommy said that,” Ben said.
“I was just being silly,” I quickly said.
“Silly, Mommy!” Nora chirped. We continued reading stories.
Yes, I am very lucky.
And for the record, we don’t have bed bugs.