Nit Wits - Moi?

Today was an eventful day. Washed dishes, mopped floors, cleaned bathroom, fed and changed baby, made lunch for older son, and called Poison Control. What was that? Called Poison Control?!?!?! Um, yeah. For the very first time in my whole entire life, I had to call the Poison Control Hot line.

I'll tell you all of the gory details, well not gory. Well, okay, kinda gory. More like disgusting, icky, eeee-gad!

Earlier in the day I was cleaning this bathroom...

With this cleaner...

After cleaning the vanity, sink, and mirror, I cleaned this toilet...

With this wash rag...

Thoroughly. (Including toilet residue around the base, seat, and rim. I do live with 3 boys that have cooties)

After cleaning the bathroom, I was pooped. (sorry, wrong choice of wording) I was tired and needed a break. So what else does a busy mommy do to relax... read blogs, of course.

Cody was absorbed in a book, okay not really. He was watching cartoons. And Conner was doing the usual baby things that babies do... crawling from room to room and putting harmful, microscopic items in his mouth. I then heard him whining. "Oh, what now?" I said. (Doesn't he know that mommy is busy... reading blogs.)

My older son, Cody, went to check on Conner.

"What's his deal?" I asked Cody. "Oh, he was in the bathroom sucking on a wet washcloth, that was on the floor," Cody reported.

"What!!!! The white rag that I cleaned the toilet with?!?!?!? The white rag that has a mixture of 409 and toilet residue on it?!?!?!?! Oh crap! (sorry, wrong choice of wording, again). Oh darnit all to heck!"

I hurried and picked up Conner. He started to swat at me and smile. "He's acting normal," I thought. Then I smelled his breath. Like smelling his breath could actually tell how much toilet residue and poison he digested? Hey! I was freaked out! Gimme a break!

I couldn't smell a thing. But just to be safe, I called Poison Control. The kind operator asked me if the rag was soaked with cleaner.

"Well, I had run it under water first, then sprayed the service of the toilet, then wiped it."

The operator then asked if I had used the 409 multi-surface cleaner.

"Yeah."

"He should be fine. Give him some fluids and just watch him closely. It may just irritate his skin and mouth. Call us back if there are any other problems."

"Thank you."

So, lesson learned. Obviously I have under estimated how fast Conner is crawling now (he's only been crawling 1 week!). And... I'm a nit wit.

Conner's okay. However, I did check on him a few times to see if he was still breathing, or foaming at the mouth, while he was asleep.

I'm sure each of you have had a moment when you can be called a nit wit, also. Please say you do. I don't want to be the only mommy nit wit out there. Sooooo... please share those moments, so I can call you a nit wit when we bump shoulders. And I promise to not kick you in the shins if you call me one too.