Speed Dial

Before you read this post you have to promise to not be judgmental AT ALL!!! First off I am sick, and so is Ainsley. My nose is honestly a like a leaky faucet (if it wasn't so gross I would laugh!). Anyway I blame what I am about to say on my foggy brain, slow refluxes, and well just a busy body daughter.

I now have Poison Control on my speed dial, as I have called FOUR times in one week. First I had been painting our kitchen chairs, and left the paint can on the floor. I had put the lid on but didn't put it away because I had one chair left to paint. Well little Miss somehow opens the can and eats a nice hand full of paint. Just so you know indoor latex paint is the least dangerous of paints. Whew!

Two days later Isaac came to me with a mint. I told him he could eat it, and he immediately spits it out and starts crying. I told him to knock it off that it's just candy and to go get a drink of water. He kept grabbing at his tongue, so I took a look. His tongue looked fine, but I noticed a weird smell. The candy had been sitting under my Bath and Body works plug in and it has spilled all over the candy. Poor kid, his tongue was on fire. Once again I had to call poison control. They said he would be fine and they didn't expect any side effects. I felt so bad about getting upset with him.

Yesterday I was miserable and lying on the couch and Ainsley learns how to open our hallway console and gets out my diaper bag. Inside she finds hand sanitizer, opens it with her mouth and of course tastes it. I don't know if any of you had gotten the e-mails about it being dangerous for children, so once again I have poison control on the line! She didn't get much in her mouth, because the stuff tastes horrible. They tell me she could get an upset stomach, but they weren't expecting her too, and get her something to eat with protein and carbs, because it is alcohol. . . great my daughter was possibly intoxicated! At this point I vowed if I had to call poison control one more time I would go CRAZY.

Now on to today. Isaac and I were cleaning the bathroom, and Ainsley wanders in to help. My deodorant had fallen to the floor and shattered. . . of course she runs and gets a bite in her mouth before I can pick up all of the pieces. By this time I have poison control saved to my phone and know the drill. Once again not too worried and she could possibly have an upset stomach. Thank goodness most "dangerous" things taste horrible and very little to hardly any is ever consumed.

Seriously even typing this makes my head hurt! I am starting to think I need to give them my name and number and have them check in daily!

Mike comes home today with Roses and gives them to me and I say "thanks?!" He gave me a weird look and says "Don't you know what these are for?. . . It's our anniversary!" Nice one Brooke! Between the dripping nose and sinus headache, infected wisdom tooth, a sick Ainsley, and calling poison control nonstop. . . I forgot! And as I type this right now, Mike is outside playing with the kids. What a GREAT guy! I am so lucky.