Snips and snails and puppy dog tails
When I told someone I was thinking of posting this, they said I was wanting sympathy. Maybe that's a teeny bit true, but mostly I think it's just funny. Mind you at 9:00 Thursday morning it wasn't funny at all... But I'm getting ahead of myself. Here's what happened.
On most days everyone in my house is up and moving by five a.m. I'll admit that a lot of days I'm in a sleepy stupor until I've had a few cups of coffee, but not this Thursday. I had company coming for dinner Thursday night, so I decided to catch up on laundry, and clean the house top to bottom. Especially the bottom part, because since Copper came home I feel like my floors are eternally dirty. So, by 8:30 I had washed three loads of laundry, and I had just finished cleaning all my floors. I say I finished my floors, but what I really mean is I mopped them repeatedly. Every time I finished a room, Copper decided to use it for a potty, and I had to redo it.
I took a coffee/blog break, and about the time I sat down I heard this pitiful wail coming from my bathroom. I ran back to see what was wrong, and Grant was standing in a puddle of nail polish and had it all over his face and hands. The reason for the wailing was that it was all in his eye. I called the doctor in a panic (portraits of childhood blindness flashing through my mind), and the girl who answers the phone calmly tells me that my doc's office hours begin at 9:00... Okay, so Grant is screaming at the top of his lungs, and here's me, "ARE YOU NOT THE ANSWERING SERVICE? CAN YOU NOT PAGE HIM? MY CHILD COULD BE BLIND! HE HAS WHITE FRENCH MANICURE NAIL POLISH IN HIS EYE AND! HE'S! HURTING! AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO! PAGE! MY! DOCTOR!!" Don't anybody mess with my babies! In the meantime I washed him down and put a wet washcloth over his eye. By the time the doctor called back, he was fine. He still has white spots in various places (including his eyelashes) because that polish is like white-out it's so thick, and I couldn't get it off without hurting his sensitive skin.
So, a while later, I sat down with a fresh cup of coffee to resume my blog break, and about the time I clicked on my first daily read, I hear a sing-song voice coming from my bathroom, "Ooooh! What my did!" Great. I ran back there, and guess who was covered in pink and standing in a puddle of Calamine lotion?! Yep. It was Grant, my one man wrecking crew.
Considering how it began, the rest of the day was uneventful. All I can say is, thank God I was born with a sense of humor! Otherwise I'd be writing this from the loony bin.
Sounds like my house, minus the dog. Do brother-in-laws count? Mine sure tracks in a lot of dirt!
Motherhood, eternal cleaning and frequent scares. :D Imagine what we´d be missing if we´d never had our boys?
Posted by:Expat Mom | November 17, 2007 at 03:08 PM
Oh, wow!! That was rather traumatic!! Sounds like poison control needs to be on speed dial!! Oh, the things kids can get into.... You did great!
Posted by:Joy | November 17, 2007 at 09:10 PM
oh geeze! Glad everything turned out alright. Here's wishing you an uneventful day!
Posted by:Kathy | November 17, 2007 at 10:25 PM
I used to call my eldest a slug - as I was cleaning he was leaving a trail of destruction and mess behind him and me - so glad the wee un is ok
Posted by:dishywinnie | November 18, 2007 at 06:14 AM
you did a GREAT job!
Posted by: Baby Advice | November 19, 2007 at 07:19 AM
What? No picture? hee hee You poor thing! Sounds like you had a very busy day!
Posted by:kailani | November 19, 2007 at 04:18 PM
Just another day in Mommysvile, huh? :) Your 'loony bin' reference reminds me of something. I meant to blog about it...but you can take a look at it first! Here --> http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=ZA1NoOOoaNw
I don't recommend watching it while drinking liquid of any sort. ;)
Posted by:Gloria | November 19, 2007 at 10:02 PM
I grew up with two older brothers. The fun never ends....never! I thought I would have it easy raising two girls....nope! I just smile and say I am paying for my raising! Ah, the memories....
Posted by:Joey | November 20, 2007 at 11:06 AM
Oh, I was scared for Grant just reading this. I have friends whose kids have ingested practically everything and lived to tell; I'm such a Poison Control Virgin that I know I'd panic. Way to take charge with the receptionist!
Posted by:foolery | November 20, 2007 at 12:09 PM
yep sounds like my house only I have double the fun ... dare I say trouble !
Posted by:Babyamore (Trish) | November 20, 2007 at 06:59 PM
Oh no! Nail polish in the eye!! I would be freaking out too!!! Thank goodness he's alright. Err have you ever heard of childproof catches for your bathroom doors??? :-D
Posted by:arizaphale | December 01, 2007 at 08:23 PM