classes, carpet cleaner, and a chat with poison control.(and then some.)

[.i.heart.dgcd.]

yeah. it's been a day.
one of those days where you absolutely want to just crawl back into bed, cry, and sleep the rest of the rainy/cold/crappy day away. y'know what i'm saying. i know you do.

well, it started off not so bad. in fact, it started off well.
i was able to register for all the classes i wanted for next semester, so that made me uber happy. i was kinda (haha.) stressin' about whether or not i'd be able to get one specific class, but i did, and yay! so this coming semester i'll officially complete all of my pre-reqs for the nursing program. :)

now for the bad news.

dahlsie and i got up at 7 this morning. we were chillin'.sitting on the couch, watching shrek 2, and eating bagels. she got up to throw her napkin in the garbage, which she does ALL the time, so i thought nothing of it.

until.

a minute later (literally). i thought to myself "hmm. she's awfully quiet.", so i peeked into the kitchen, and saw a little puddle on the floor..like, i mean little. i figured maybe her diaper had leaked or something while she was there. so i got up to look, and what do i see?

dahlia.open cabinet.puddle.and a bottle of bissel carpet spray, and a bottle of windex antibacterial.

mother.fucking.superb.

so i freaked, lol. i'm pretty sure the first words out of my mouth were:

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?"

 

she started crying.
she was soaked in (i think) a little bit of both things: shirt, hands, arms, and face.
i wiped up the tiny puddle on the floor, put the bottles on the counter, and took her into her room.stripped her down, wiped her off well with a warm washcloth, and the ripping began.
(keep in mind she's 2.)

me: dahlia. did you drink it?
dahlia: no.
me: are you sure?
dahlia: no.
me: dahlia, DID YOU DRINK IT? DID YOU PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH?
dahlia: no.
me: OPEN YOUR MOUTH!
(visualize: me with my nose IN her mouth, sniffing her breath.)

so, i put clean clothes on her, and proceeded to spaz for about 30 seconds.

poison control? emergency room?
poison control?
emergency room?

my better judgement got a hold of me, 'cause, at this point, i was fairly confident that she didn't DRINK either cleaner (the tops were still on the bottles)...and i called poison control.in tears.

the woman assured me that she'd be alright. give her a bath. give her juice to get the taste out of her mouth. and something starchy to eat to absorb anything she may have ingested.

bath.check.
juice.check.
starchy stuff.check.

aaaaaaand...
she's fine. perfectly fine. fortunately.
i know, it coulda been a lot worse. we got lucky.

now, i know someone out there is asking why that cabinet is not locked...
the sad thing is, it IS locked.but dahlia is the master of all things stealthy/technical/mechanical.NOTHING in my house is dahlia-proof.
not to mention the fact that she is, until today, VERY responsible (as much as a 2 year old can be.) with that cabinet. she opens it, puts her garbage in, and closes it.end of story. she has NEVER done anything even REMOTELY like this.

ha.
moral of the story?

if your kids are like mine, put cleaning products UP, NOT IN.
or use padlocks.lol.

[LuvMy2Joshs]

Apr. 20, 2009 at 9:14 PM

<3 sorry you had a rough day.  Thank god dahls is okay.  And by the way I can totally picture you with your face in her mouth lol.

[.i.heart.dgcd.]

Apr. 20, 2009 at 9:37 PM

haha yeah, it musta looked pretty funny. :)
miss you! when can i see youuuuu?!<3

(Original Poster)

[lorigaskin]

Apr. 20, 2009 at 9:50 PM

oh man I'm sorry momma. I'm so happy dahls and you are ok <3 I would have done the samething if it was matthew. Love you both