But I digress...we were at this picnic, sweating like pigs and the kids were playing on a playscape. Bear had chosen to wear a pair of black, Mary Jane Crocs. She had also chosen to wear them backwards. Now as you can imagine, little sweaty feet inside of rubber shoes do tend to see a lot of friction so she ended up with a blister on her foot, poor girl.
I know those kinds of blisters hurt, especially if you keep sweating and running in sand pits and dropping melted ice cream on them!
Today I noticed that the little blister had scabbed over but it was red and since I didn't want it to get infected I decided to treat it. I could have done this yesterday but I forgot because when you don't bathe your children for days on end, you tend to overlook the bloody details.
So anyway, I sauntered over to the medicine cabinet and saw this:
Now, I don't know what you see, but I see a bottle of Neosporin. Because this is where I keep the Neospsorin, the tiny little tube, next to the band-aids and antibacterial wipes. So I grabbed it and sat down next to Bear so I could apply it to her boo-boo. But then, some greasy mess came out of the tube and I started to wonder whether maybe it had gone bad. Does Neosporin go bad? So I turned it over and saw this:
Oh yeah. That's right. I just tried to disinfect my baby girl with white DECORATING GEL! Who the heck put this in the medicine cabinet? Who could have done such a thing? Now here is where it sucks to be the only one in the house who ever cleans because when something is put in the wrong place, there is nobody else to blame. Damn it! Boy, you turn 35 and your brain turns into a puddle of goo!