i have no shame anymore.
It’s the afternoon here at the Marcellino house. Gianna and I are playing downstairs when all of a sudden “gurgle.” Oh no, it’s my stomach. Quick, grab Gianna, let’s go upstairs to mommy’s room. Into the bathroom we go, quick scan, good she can’t get into much, “Here’s your bathtub babe,” I say as I throw some toys in it for her to put in and out, start unzipping pants and YES! I made it. Whew. Pull out BabyTalk magazine and start reading article about “Me Time” and make a mental note to take some. I have one of those bathrooms where the toilet has it’s own door, so I can’t really see what Gianna is up to but it sounds like she is having fun and I am just happy to be making my way through the article (and other stuff…) without her trying to unroll the toilet paper or sit in my lap (yep, it’s happened, I have no shame anymore). Suddenly, my little walker Frankenstein’s her way past the door smiling at me with something in her hand. What is that? No.. it can’t be.. it IS.. wait let me wipe my… GIVE ME THAT… it’s the disposable Clorox pad that I had cleaned the toilet with earlier in the week. Quick scan missed the garbage can.
Is it bad to give your child a bath in Purell?
Remember the Mr Clean Eraser that gave kids horrible rashes? No Purell. They’re only germs.
The visual of you in the Corky’s toilet comes to mind.
Haha! The visual of Gianna frankensteining past you with the nastiness in her hand….