First off, my sincere apologies to those of you who aren’t parents. You may not want to read this one.
Every now and then in parenting, you are put into a situation unlike anything you have ever experienced. This happened to me on Friday evening.
Lucy was out of the house for a few hours, so it was just me and the baby. I had to uriniate.
I went to use the restroom, but left the door cracked open, so I could keep my eye on Babs. At any given moment, she could start to eat a doorknob or high-five a ceiling fan, so we have to keep her in our eyeline.
That's not Babs. But this kid knows danger, too.
As I was peeing, I saw Babs run for the electrical outlet, and she pulled out the lamp plug. As she was doing this, she was yelling “No. No. No. No.” She knew she was wrong.
Then she placed the plug in her mouth. However, I was only about halfway done urinating. Regardless, I pulled my pants up, and ran to stop her, as she was about to put the newly salivated plug back into the outlet.
During my rescue mission, lets just say that the water continued to flow a little bit in my pants.
I grabbed the plug from her, and as soon as I had it, she was on the run.
Where was she running to? Well, before I could stop her, she was at the toilet, and both of her hands were in it.
That’s parenting for you. Everything can be going so well, and then suddenly your daughter licks an outlet, you pee your pants, and the troublemaker has her hands in the dirty toilet.
All of this in thirty seconds.
Happy Monday, everybody!