The Mother Of the Year Committee won't be contacting me for a nomination anytime soon...
Saturday night we were at the beach creaming the boys at Taboo. After receiving both her cold medicine and a dose of children's ibuprofen, Ashley went into the other room to watch a show, and after a few minutes I went in to check on her. She had my purse upside down and the contents scattered all over her bed. As soon as she sensed my presence, she quickly tossed the tampons she was playing with, got up and ran into the other room, and it was then I noticed she had opened a travel bottle of ibuprofen and Benadryl. Not two seconds later I heard Jake ask "Where did those come from Ashley? Did you eat any of them?" Ashely replied "Yep, I ate candy! It was icky."
Are.you.kidding.me?
I found a few pills on the bed that had been sucked on, and a few more soggy capsules back in the bottle, but it was hard to tell if she had *actually* swallowed any of them. She had sticky stuff on her face, but nothing in her teeth. To be on the safe side I called Oregon Poison Control, who's number I have programmed in my phone (from the deodorant episode a few months back -click here- if you don't remember). After sucking up my pride and explaining how I left my two year old unattended with my purse full of pills, the nice man explained that worse-case-scenario Ashley would be super sleepy, maybe even fall or stumble if she tried to walk, but she'd be alright. I wondered how her being super sleepy would be bad, but didn't say anything; figured I'm already on Children Service's Division's "list" and better keep my mouth SHUT. I'm not sure Ashley slept any harder or longer that night than normal, but by the next morning she was back to her normal, mischievous, high-energy self. Big sigh of relief.
So, there you have it. My hopes for Mother Of the Year have been squashed. When she's old enough, Ashley will have plenty to talk with her shrink about.
13 years ago
