Please don't tell me that it's alright and that I am a good momma. I am a bad momma, bad bad momma.
I can't believe it, it just happened. Dh had taken the plate off of the baseboard heater which contains the wires, and did not put it back. Nor did he tell me that it was off. Ds was playing at the window like he always does. When I looked over I saw that the wires were exposed. I yelled "NO! Chaim!" He said "No no," and then continued to go for it like he always does if you say no to him. I don't know what happened. I ran over to him saying "NO! CHAIM! Don't touch!" and I just slapped his hand. Of course he freaked out and cried and cried.
WTF is wrong with me. It just seemd like the fastest way to keep him from touching it. I can't believe I hit my child. 
I debated whether or not to tell dh (as we have not been communicating well lately). I did tell him that his little hazzard created a bad situation between me and the baby. He didn't ask what that meant. Later I told him. "I slapped Chaim's hand," and told him what happened. He just sat there and blinked at me. I said "Aren't you going to say something?" He said, "I'm sure you didn't do any permenant damage."
I said "Thanks a lot, that's real supportive." He said, "What do you want me to say, that you shouldn't have done that?" I said, "No, maybe something like, 'It's okay.'" He said, "It's okay. It's good that you know you shouldn't do that."
Thanks a lot, jerko.
Anyway, this is my confession. Please feel free to throw rotten tomatoes at me and comdemn me to GD hell. Or, if you are feeling particularly charitable, tell me that's it's okay, and I am still a good momma.
I can't believe it, it just happened. Dh had taken the plate off of the baseboard heater which contains the wires, and did not put it back. Nor did he tell me that it was off. Ds was playing at the window like he always does. When I looked over I saw that the wires were exposed. I yelled "NO! Chaim!" He said "No no," and then continued to go for it like he always does if you say no to him. I don't know what happened. I ran over to him saying "NO! CHAIM! Don't touch!" and I just slapped his hand. Of course he freaked out and cried and cried.
WTF is wrong with me. It just seemd like the fastest way to keep him from touching it. I can't believe I hit my child. 
I debated whether or not to tell dh (as we have not been communicating well lately). I did tell him that his little hazzard created a bad situation between me and the baby. He didn't ask what that meant. Later I told him. "I slapped Chaim's hand," and told him what happened. He just sat there and blinked at me. I said "Aren't you going to say something?" He said, "I'm sure you didn't do any permenant damage."
I said "Thanks a lot, that's real supportive." He said, "What do you want me to say, that you shouldn't have done that?" I said, "No, maybe something like, 'It's okay.'" He said, "It's okay. It's good that you know you shouldn't do that."
Thanks a lot, jerko.Anyway, this is my confession. Please feel free to throw rotten tomatoes at me and comdemn me to GD hell. Or, if you are feeling particularly charitable, tell me that's it's okay, and I am still a good momma.










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