Monday's Musings

To follow along with Em's adventures in Japan, read here.  Heated toilet seats?  I don't think I have ever seen one.  My 13 year old daughter has it good, really good.

Here is Em at the beginning of the journey.

Here is Em as of yesterday.

Which finally led to this...

It sounds like it could be what happened at Disneyworld this summer, a torn meniscus.  That took a while to heal, and I wish she wasn't in pain while she was so far away.

After a busy day of crossfit, OT, and making dinner, I learned the number to poison control.

I told Andrew it was time for his medicine (benadryl for his itching with the eczema), and he went to the kitchen to wait.  I ALWAYS put the medicine up.  Always.

I'm just thankful it was the benadryl I left out and not anything else.

I ran a towel up to Abs in the tub, then ran back downstairs to give him his medicine.  I started looking for it in the cabinet way above the sink, and he said it was in the trash.

Me:  Why is it in the trash?
Jr.  Because it was empty.
Me:  It wasn't empty, there was still some left.
Jr:  I finished it.
Me:  (starting to panic and cursing child proof caps that aren't childproof)  What do you mean finished it.
Jr:  I was helping.  I poured my own medicine.
Me:  How much did you take.
Jr.  One cup.
Me:  Which cup?

He pointed to a medicine cup.

I ran to the internet, googled poison control, and called.  The nurse was so nice and didn't make me feel bad while I was sitting there crying to her.  She asked for his weight and the type of medicine, and the concentration before she told me that it would have taken 15 tsp to be toxic.  There was no way there was that much in there.

By the time I got off, Junior was crying.  "I was just trying to help mommy, I'm so sorry".

Stories and a big hug and kiss seemed to make it all better, but don't think he wasn't passed out in less than 5 minutes when he got to bed.

Another busy day tomorrow, but I am hoping it is a little less stressful!