Last month Cakers and I were alone at my in-laws when I gave her my cell phone to play with so that I could run up to the kitchen to make her a sandwich. I figured I would have a good three minutes to slap some peanut butter on some bread while she was distracted by my illusive cell. After hurrying together a pb&j I looked down into the t.v. room and noticed she had gone missing. I ran down the stairs calling her name. That's when I heard her splashing around in Sittoo and Pepere's new toilet. She looked at me with a big grin. Even though she can't talk, her eyes were saying, "isn't this great Mom?" and she continued to splash.
Mortified, I grabbed her and held her at arms length. That's when I saw it: my two-month old smart phone lying at the bottom of the toilet. With a scream I put Cakers on one hip and dunked my hand in to retrieve my cell. After washing her up and disinfecting my phone, I threw it in a bag of rice. The phone was a lost cause, and I discovered it's way more difficult to watch your child in someone else's home. Since then, I've learned to keep all electronic devices away from my daughter, but it wasn't until this morning that I learned yet another valuable lesson.
Getting ready in the morning with a 15 month old under foot is no easy task. This morning was no different. I have curly, knotted hair, and as I was brushing out the knots, Little Miss Cakers opened the bottom drawer, beneath our sink, and threw an open bag of feminine products into the toilet. It's fairly easy to grab one solid mass from the depths of a toilet, but try grabbing seven absorbent sanitary napkins in one swoop! If I could've, I would have flushed them, I mean no one wants to plunge their hand in again and again, but I'm in no position to be purchasing a new porcelan god.
So, after years of nagging my husband to keep the seat down, the time has come where I have to practice what I preach. Lid down folks! Lid down!