It was on Thursday. I had just drawn up (that phrase is ridiculous and so old fashioned) a nice menthol bath for the booger-y boy. I stripped him down and then after our standard game of nakey-baby chase, I plopped him in the bath. His new thing now is that he won't sit right away, he has to stand until he decides he wants to sit (it does not matter how much I tell him how unsafe it is to stand in the bath). And then, of course it happened. A little stream was released. It was not much but he clearly peed in the tub. The last couple times it happened, I immediately removed him from the tub, emptied it and and refilled it with clean bath water. I definitely thought about doing that. But then I thought, "hey, its just a little pee. I am going to go with it."
Of course, when he started threatening to lick the water I put my foot down and got him out of there.
Still, I am finding myself torn between viewing it as a colossal parenting fail or wondering if I should pat myself on the back for being so chill about it.
That same night, I discovered that my auto focus on my beloved 50 mm ($350) lens is no longer functioning.
Initially, I panicked and thought of sending it in for repair only to read online that it was going to be $150-200 to fix. Instead, I decided I will become a master at manual focus.
So you will have to bear with me on this new challenge of my photography journey.
It has taken me 33 years to get to this point in my life. To get to a place where imperfect and failure are not congruent with my self worth or even my happiness. For this type A personality to succumb to the necessary task of picking my battles. Even though, I may not always pick the right ones every time, I know that they are not all worth fighting. That is exhausting and counterproductive. And I am pretty happy to be where I am. But I guess it means that sometimes you bathe your kid in known pee water.