I sprayed Raid along the baseboards the night before last, being extra careful to make sure the dogs weren’t near it.
However, yesterday morning- in my mad rush to get ready- I sort of (yes, “sort of.” It makes me feel a little better instead of fully admitting what I moron I was) dropped the ball on monitoring the pups. I started hearing this noise but paid no attention. It continued for a few minutes, but I was still rushing around and not fully able to concentrate on anything else. I turned around and there’s Lucy, going to town on the baseboards. The noise was her licking the Raid off!
I seriously thought I was going to come home to a dead dog. I really thought she was going to be poisoned. I stressed all day long about what I would tell Will, and what would happen if she was sick. Turns out, she’s a freak of nature. She was totally fine. Although, she did cross her eyes and walk in circles a lot last night…
I still don’t think I’m ready for kids though. I’m having enough trouble keeping the doggies alive- can you imagine slapping a baby in my arms!?…
Electrical sockets that have pieces of a cover jammed into them
A gallon of bleach on the laundry room floor
Heavy doors that I slam all the time
Leaving the oven open
Guys- I’m a freaking mess!
Go ahead and call Child Protective Services. I know you want to.

I’m totally with you on that. I can handle taking care of my kitty pretty well, but that’s because he’s pretty independent. Food, water, and empty the litter box and he’ll be okay. But if he starts crying at me at night, it’s the end of the world! How could I ever handle night time crying?