The dent

The big kid has some pretty nasty ass athlete´s foot and has to keep his socks on while in school. His tube of antifungal cream ran out yesterday so today I got him a new one. I convinced him to take off his filthy socks by telling him there was a new tube of cream in my bag. When he took the little metal tube out of the box, it had a bit of a dent in it.

Its been 40 minutes and he´s been crying and yelling; “fix it” “Fix It” “FIX IT”.

I hate it when he gets into these states cause I don´t know how to help him. I just want him to shut the hell up and understand that I can´t make that stupid little tube of cream look like it doesn’t have a dent in it. His crying gets worse and worse and I just want to leave the room. The fixation seems so ridiculous to me.

Cue the mommy guilt and the anxiety.