Since it's a slow work week for Husband, we decided to have a babysitter come over so we could sneak out and see an afternoon movie. (Would you believe the last movie Husband and I saw in the theater was Night at the Museum...the first one. What was that...three years ago?)
We have a nice young man who is 24 and was once an exchange student who lived with us. He's very nice, very responsible, and the kiddos love him.
The last thing I said to him was "If the kiddos want to nap in my bed, that's fine, just plunk them in my bed and let them."
I met Husband downtown, and we saw Sherlock Holmes. Has anyone seen it? I thought it was really good (kinda like Sherlock Holmes meets CSI Miami....fine Holiday fun) I fully think that Robert Downey Jr. must have one heck of a horseshoe up his a**, 'cause here's a guy who has been down (way down) many times, and land's not one, but two franchises (Holmes, which was left ripe for a sequel, and Iron Man, the sequel comes out in May...and looks AWESOME!)
Blah, blah, blah...we really enjoyed the movie, then hopped a bus home. The kiddos were awake and bouncing off the walls. Our sitter said "They made a bit of a mess of your room." Which did not surprise me...I often liken watching two toddlers to having wild raccoons in your house.
I went upstairs to assess the damages, and found cough drop wrappers all over the floor. Like an idiot, I left a whole bag of cough drops on my bedside table. The Little Man had eaten about ten of them.
Initially, I didn't think much about this other than...poor Little Man is going to have an upset tummy...I mean, we used to chain eat those cherry Smith Brother's throat lozenges like addicts when we were kiddos. Soon, it was bedtime and he was one cranky customer. I could smell the menthol on his breath whenever he opened his mouth...and he just cried and cried:(
Miss Peach was asleep, Husband had gone out...I'm alone and I called the emergency room.
I was transferred many times, and finally got a doctor. After telling her my tale of woe...she barked "I don't know...just bring him in....but don't bring him here, bring him to another emergency room." (really, "I don't know" what kind of an answer is that from a doctor?)
Wow...that really didn't leave me feeling reassured at all. What do I do now? Do I wake up Miss Peach, carry them into the cold night to sit in and ER? I really didn't want to...but The Little Man was inconsolable.
I called emergency room "B" and a lovely nurse answered the phone. Talk about the voice of reason. She said "I think you should call poison control before you bring him in...the number is 800-222-1222"
Isn't that brilliant? Why after four years of being a mother did I not have that number on the fridge? I felt like a complete idiot:P
I called poison control, told my tale of woe yet another time, and the gentleman on the line said, without hesitation, "there is not enough medicine in them to do any harm, and the amount he ate will just leave him with an upset tummy. He'll have a cranky night, and he'll be fine in the morning."
Well, he had a cranky night, and he was fine in the morning. I guess he knew what he was talking about.
I consider myself a good mother. I have gates up all over the house to keep kiddos out of the kitchen, the dining room, I have child locks on cabinets...and yet, sh*t happens. I felt like I had made such a rookie mistake in leaving the cough drops out (D'oh!). I have no moral of the story...other than to say, no matter how much you plan for, wild raccoons will get into everything...and put poison control's number on the fridge.