Last night I wanted to try a new routine with Li’l Foot and the whole dinner/bath/bedtime routine. I decided instead of waiting until just before bed to give her a bath, I’d bath her right after dinner so that we could just hang out and have some down time before bed and not rush through bath time. Things were going splendidly, but then things took a turn, and then another turn and then what else could possibly happen kind of turn.
Li’l Foot was in her bath, soaking it all up…playing with her foam letters and numbers (the ones that stick to the bath tub sides when they get wet). There were a couple other toys too. I decided while I was sitting there watching her I would clean the toilet. The bath tub is literally right next to the toilet so it was just a matter of turning the top half of my body 45 degrees to multitask bath time with toilet cleaning.
I used the toilet scrubber and got it clean best I could without cleaner but then put some of that Kaboom stuff in to sit and hang out and work it’s magic so I wouldn’t have to put so much elbow grease into it. Fine! I sat there, let the toilet cleaner do it’s thing and turned my attention back to Li’l Foot. She was sitting there playing with her toys when she looked up at me got this look on her face and tooted like she had just set off an H-bomb under water. The gas bubbles that surfaced could’ve been used to take out a small island in the South Pacific. I asked her if she needed to go poo-poo on the potty but she just shook her head vigorously and said, “No!” I took her for hre word, because she usually jumps at the chance to sit on the potty.
We went along our business, she played, I watched and splashed her and we were having a great time. Then she did something I did not expect. In one fell swoop she stood straight up and no sooner started pooping…plop….plop-plop…….plop! GAAAAAHHHH!!! I quickly without thinking about it plucked her from the bath tub, placed her onthe potty to finish her business and while holding onto her, I turned back to the bath tub to pull the knob that lets the water go down. Quick thinking, right? Well we waited, and we waited for the water to go down…and then we waited some more. And Li’l Foot was sitting there on the potty giving me a look like what the heck just happened?
When I told her the last time that she shouldn’t poop in the tub, she should tell me if she needs to go potty when she’s in the tub, I DID NOT mean she should stand up from the sitting position BEFORE she poops in the tub. I actually meant, she should GO POTTY, NOT GO BATH TUB POOPING at all!!! Poop and bath tub, not two things that go together AT ALL!!!
So here we are, she’s still soaking wet, water is dripping off her and down the curves of the base of the potty and me sitting there wishing to God we had a faster drain in the bath tub. And all of a sudden Li’l Foot started to squirm and when a little wet body meets a slippery when wet potty nothing good can come of it. Even though I was still holding her up, her tushy slipped off the seat and took a swan dive INTO the potty…THAT WAS STILL IN FULL ON FOAMING ACTION from the KABOOM!!! I immediately plucked her from the foamy potty and whisked her around to the bath tub that was still emptying and turned the water faucet on to wash the Kaboom foam off her foam covered tushy! She freaked out and at the time I wasn’t sure whether it was burning her skin.
Once I got her washed off, I took her into my arms and she settled down right away though. So my thought is that she was just startled by the turn of events…one minute she was sitting on the potty, the next she had fallen in and a split second after that she was soaring through the air (via my arms) back over to the tub and then water was rushing over her lower half of her body (which was cold water at first because it hadn’t been running and I just turned it on as fast as I could to get her cleaned off as fast as possible).
I read the label on the KABOOM stuff. It only mentions what to do if it is ingested or inhaled. I was concerned, but once she settled down right away when I held her, I knew her skin wasn’t irritated. I watched her the rest of the night too. Her skin remained marshmallowy (thank goodness for the marshmallow thighs) and a good color. Her skin tone never turned pink (from irritation) or anything. Honestly I had forgotten in all the commotion that the Kaboom stuff was even in the toilet. I was busy planning my attack on how I was going to juggle her and clean the bath tub so I could redo the bath routine.
So what’s the message here? Never mix bath time with household cleaning responsibilities…EVER!
