Kids and Clorox

Kids and Clorox...Clorox and Kids...what does that mean? Disaster. While I was creating my last post, Jonathan was in the laundry room....which he often does while I am on the computer. It is literally 3 feet away from me. He likes to get out the mop and drag it around, and pull down some cans from a shelf in there...ya know...harmless stuff.

He came near me, and I smelled Clorox on his hands. I immediately scooped him up and ran to the sink to rinse off his hands before he got it in his eyes. Phew...disaster averted....well....not quite that is. My brain then wondered how he even got Clorox on his hands...I first wondered if there was some on the outside of the bottle that he touched? I walked back to the laundry room (I should say laundry closet, because it is teeny..tiny...barely fits my washer and dryer) and I see the gallon size Clorox with the lid off. Uh...oh...NOT good. There on the laundry room floor was a big ole puddle of Clorox. Then I looked down and saw this
Holy Ca-rap!! Jonathan's clothes were literally soaked with Clorox, and when I picked him up, it ruined my very favorite black sweater and my new brown corduroy pants....grrrrr. Just how favorite is this sweater of mine? Here is a conversation with my friend telling her of my Clorox experience.
me: You know that black turtle neck of mine?
Robin: Yeah...the one that you wear almost everyday?
me: Yeah...that's the one that was ruined. (I knew that I wore it alot, but I guess I wear it a LOT more than I thought)

There are some small miracles though...he didn't get any in his eyes, and it just so happened that the night before, I got a SBE (sudden burst of energy) and did 5 loads of laundry that were all sorted into piles on the floor in the laundry room. Could you even imagine if I had not done that? It would have ruined most of those clothes! As it was, the only thing that was left, was a big ole pile of my dish rags and dish towels, that soaked up a lot of the Clorox. Thank heavens for SBE's baby!

Troubled Waters

Just wanted to share a little something I just experienced. Picture this. Pitch black. Just got the sick baby back down to sleep. I walk into the bathroom to sit on the throne. Within a few seconds, I realize that my socks (you know how I hate wearing socks, but wear them I must, in case of the huge old hairy spiders. What am I talking about might you ask? Read here if you need a refresher) are progressively getting wetter and wetter. Huh...this can't be good. I jump up off the pot and flick on the light in one fluid Chuck Norris type movement.

After the blindness wears off, I look down on the floor, it is covered in a clearish/brownish type liquid. Oh. My. Word!!!! By this time the bottom of my pajama pants are wet and my socks are soaking wet! I vaguely remembering hearing the toilet make a weird gurgle type splash sound after I used it before I crawled into bed. However, I was reading a book I just got from the library and did not want to peel myself away from it and get up to check it out (Thanks alot Josi! It is your book ,so technically it is your fault? heh heh) I quickly strip the e-coli infested pajama bottoms and socks. And so the midnight cleaning of overflowing crap begins.

As I was bathing Jonathan tonight, I was looking at the bathroom floor and thinking that it could use a good scrubbin. OH boy... it sure received a good scrubbin tonight! (Isn't the saying "Be careful what you "wish" for?....not... "Be careful what you "think" about?) I am happy to report that my bathroom floor is now clean enough to eat off of. Really...come on over. We'll have a picnic on the floor. :) There is nothin quite like the smell of Clorox to ease my mind, and lull me back to sleep.