No, I'm not talking about what happens to my husband after he's eaten Steak and Shake chili. This is my first time participating in Tuesday Toot.
I was a little proud of myself for having bathed, and fed Nate and vacuumed the downstairs (with Nate's "help") all before 9:30am this morning. Thats pretty productive start to the day for us - we don't do mornings well in this household. But as I was writing this post I heard him in the kitchen and glanced over to see him holding the JetDry bottle (which is kept in a "baby proofed" cabinet - but he must have wiggled his skinny little arm in there anyway). Chaos ensued. I freaked out. He says he drank it but I don't think he had yet. He didn't have any blue-ish color anywhere on his face, hands or mouth. And the bottle didn't say anything about what to do if ingested. Isaac said if it was something to worry about then the bottle would have warnings about it. Right? I swear, nothing is out of his reach anymore! He's climbing on chairs and toys and just about anything to get what he wants from nigh shelves, the top of the desk, you name it. I've just about had it! On top of that, I've not had alot of sleep lately (Joe is teething again and has been keeping us up at night) and I'm just worn out, stressed out, ticked off, tuckered out, used up, drained..... you get the picture.