This was my day yesterday:
5:00 a.m. -- woke up to St. Bernard breathing by my bedside, got up to let her out.
5:10 -- St. Bernard did not want to come back inside. She was running the fenceline and sniffing under the deck, I was pretty sure she saw a rabbit.
5:20 -- saw said dog crawl out from under our deck (our deck is only about a foot off the ground, mind you, and I had no idea Bella could even fit under there.)
5:25 -- dog still refused to come inside, I decided to go back to bed.
6:00 -- heard Bella barking to come in, I let her in and went back to bed again.
7:30 a.m. -- typical morning, girls up and fed, cleaning up, playing.
9:30 a.m. -- happened to notice dead rabbit in yard. Now Bella's early morning activities were all so clear. Decided to wait until husband got home to deal with dead rabbit.
11:45 a.m. -- letting Emily run around naked (good potty training technique that had been working so far) finally caught up with me. Discovered her pooping on the coffee table.
3:00 p.m. -- Jeremy asked if we wanted to have some friends over for dinner. After they accepted, I got busy cleaning and making dinner.
4:15 p.m. -- As I was busy in the kitchen, I realized the girls were in the upstairs bathroom with the door closed (never a good sign). It had only been about a minute but I decided I better check it out. I discovered Bri standing on the little potty, digging around in Jeremy's drawer, and she had his razor in her mouth. Not the electric one, the straight edge Mach 3 Turbo or whatever it's called. The kind that would not be great to chew on. I instantly put it on a high shelf in the closet, checked for injuries, and she seemed to be fine.
4:17 p.m. -- I noticed some redness around Bri's mouth. My first thought was lipstick since she'd been playing in those drawers, then I realized it was blood. I think she very slightly cut her tongue; luckily it only bled for like a minute. Thank goodness, it could've been MUCH worse. It makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about it.
5:15 p.m. -- Friends arrived, we ate dinner, the girls played, got them all put to bed, and had a great night together.
5 comments:
That sounds like the perfect plot for an old 80's "Calgon Take Me Away" commerical. WOW!!
Oh, my! The thing I wondered was where did you expect Bella to go to the bathroom if you kept her in all day? Maybe she was the one who pooped on the coffee table! Dad's motto for you is, "Never a dull moment." Even in trials there can be something positive--you're certainly not fearful of boredom, are you?
Thank you for sharing. You just made any mother-of-toddlers sigh in relief that she is not the only one who occasionally walks that fine line of sanity. :-)
That poop on the coffee table has to be the funniest thing I have heard in a long time!!!
oh man...pooping on the coffee table, I am not ready for that yet!! I cringed with the razor thing...
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