As you may have guessed, this post involves lunch. MY lunch.
Abby and I took a bath, we played with bubbles, we washed our hair, we fluffed and dried and got dressed. We were feeling pretty good. We then moved into the kitchen to tackle lunch. She opened the lazy susan cabinet and pulled out a can of black beans.
I said, “No way” and spun the cabinet around looking for something edible. (Hate black beans. Hate!) Tuna. We had a can of tuna. I said, “Tuna sounds good, right? Mommy will make tuna.”
I stood up, grabbed a cup to mix it in, opened the can, mixed in Miracle Whip, garlic powder, celery salt and chives. I got bread and made a large sandwich for me and a small one for Abby. We went in the living room, flopped on the couch and I took a bite while channel surfing for baby TV.
Hmm, I wondered, “What is that taste?” I find a show while chomping away, sit back and look at my sandwich. My bread is covered in mold.
I ran into the kitchen hoping to get to the garbage before I threw up. I tossed in both sandwiches, and spit out what was in my mouth. I searched the cabinet for alternate food. I was left with yogurt and baby crackers. Abby looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.
I grab the bottle that’s on the counter, fill it with water to make her a bottle so she can eat that while I lie on the floor in the bathroom.
Then I notice the smell. “What the–??” I put the bottle to my nose and sniff.
This is the bottle I found under the crib…not the bottle I had washed and cleaned and had given her earlier this morning. OMG.
I locate the PROPER bottle, rinse it, make a fresh batch of formula and lie Abby down for her nap.
So. Not only did I give myself some horrible stomach ailment, I also almost did the same to my cute sweet baby.
If my guy doesn’t show up for work tomorrow please just assume he’s either dead or at the ER having his stomach pumped because he has eaten something I cooked for dinner.