Crazy Day

Yesterday has to be one for the record books. I woke up in the morning to find Mike Carson and the dog in bed with me. I was barely even on the bed laying on my side with my knees pulled up to my chest. Carson was lying sideways with his feet on my head, Mike was laying normal with plenty of room ( minus Carson's head on his pillow ) and Daphne our Great Dane was stretched out across the foot of the bed. It must've looked really funny from the outside. 

We got up and ate a quick breakfast before Baylee and I headed to the library to drop off the pumpkins we decorated for their annual contest. Carson seemed content hanging with Mike and since he is usually a bear at the library anyway I figured it was best for him to stay home. 

When we returned, I decided to fold laundry on our bed and Carson came in to my room too to hang out and watch.  I had a pile of towels to put in the hall closet and left for only a few seconds to do that and when I got back to my room Carson was coming out of my bathroom with wet hair. I ran into the bathroom thinking he had put his iPad in my bathtub and I needed to save it, but nooooooo, he had put the top of his head in my toilet!  The lid was up and the toilet seat and the floor in front of the toilet were all wet and there were drips all over the floor to where Carson was standing.  Of course I freaked out - not really at him I knew he didn't know any better and sanitation wasn't even really an issue either because Mike had cleaned the bathroom while Baylee and I were gone - but it was the fact that he could've drowned himself. 

I locked the bathroom door and took him down the hall to his and Baylee's bathroom and gave him a bath just to be sure he wasn't contaminated.  As soon as I put him in the water he stood up and started screaming. I thought maybe the water was too warm seeing as it is becoming colder here and thought maybe he was cold from the water dripping on him but when I put my forearm up to the faucet the water temp was fine. He kept trying to climb out of the tub and wasn't calm until I knelt down next to the tub myself to show him that I wasn't leaving the room.  I have no idea where this fear is coming from. When he was little I put bubbles in the tub once and he screamed and cowered in the corner as the bubbles floated closer to him and I never put bubbles in the tub again after that.  So needless to say I washed him quickly and got him out just to show him that I can be depended on to save him from things that he is afraid of. 

We went into his room and sat in front of the electric space heater to warm up since he was shivering from being so cold.  I got up and went to the hall closet to get another towel since he was now sitting on the one I had to dry him off but by the time I got back to his room his little naked butt was jumping on his knees on his bed laughing and screaming his happy screams. I think you can see where this is going: he peed on his bed.  So off went his sheets and into the washing machine.  As I was putting the detergent into the machine I looked to the left and saw him in the bathroom with the sink faucet on.  I thought maybe his hand was wet and he was washing it off but since nothing has gone as planned with him today I have no idea why I thought it would start then. Somehow he managed to get the water from the faucet to spray all over the bathroom. It wasn't just a little spray of water either.  I could've mopped the floor with the amount off water that was on it. Not to mention the fact that now Carson was soaked again. All I could do was laugh. It was either that or cry. 

So again I dried him off and set him in front of the heater to warm up. ( It was only 47 degrees outside by this point. ) After a couple of minutes I put him in a diaper and sweatpants and a t-shirt.  He went off into the living room with Baylee and Mike. I heard a loud bang, silence and then screaming. I ran into the room to see Carson getting up off the floor next to our coffee table holding his cheek. It was one of those things where he was hurt so badly that he wanted to cry but couldn't. I picked him up and bounced him in my arms to try to get him to catch his breath while Mike went to get the Boo Boo Buddy from the freezer.  He cried for a while and actually let us keep the cold pack in his cheek so it was pretty obvious he had really hit the table hard.  There wasn't a knot or any swelling so I wasn't too worried about it. No ER visit this time. He does have a decent bruise across his cheek though.

What a stressful day. I'm hoping that today is less eventful... 

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