A crazy day so far…
Tommy woke up with his fever finally gone (it just took 48 hours…) and his new tooth actually popping through (could the two be related?)…
Tommy decided to skip his morning nap, and Mommy gave in after 45 minutes of crying so hearty that she couldn’t concentrate on her devotions and let him get out of bed…
Tommy decided that poisoning himself would be a good alternative to napping–found an ant trap and started eating the sweet, sweet borax…
Tommy screamed as Mommy shrieked, washed him off, called Daddy and poison control, and locked him in his high chair to drink until he had sufficiently washed down the poison (FYI, the staff at the poison control center in St Louis are very nice and even call you back to check on you after a few hours)…
Tommy threw several items down the stairwell once released from the highchair, convincing Mommy that it was time for lunch…
Tommy refused to be fed his leftover breakfast oatmeal and insisted on doing it himself…
Tommy, covered in oatmeal from head to waist, protested loudly while being vigorously cleaned off for a second time in as many hours…
Tommy, only moderately sticky, angelically helped Mommy find dinner supplies at Shop N Save…
Tommy scattered his toys and the tupperware everywhere while Mommy put away the groceries…
Mommy decided that Tommy had had enough excitement for awhile and put him down for a nap early. With luck, he’ll sleep for another hour. Only four and a half hours until bedtime. Thank goodness it’s Friday!
LATER:
Okay, there are many, many things that this tired Mommy can handle in one day. Having her son come up to her, nude, with poop hanging off of his hands, feet, and, yes, face, and the diaper he took off with its yucky contents sitting in the middle of the floor might just be too much. Especially when the timer goes off for the bread in the oven just as the detox procedings have begun for the third time in a day.