It all started with my talk in church... Actually, the talk went well, but Billy had to take Logan and Taylor out, and the sister sitting behind Billy had to take Kendall out, as well. They were ALL freaking out because I was at the pulpit and not sitting with them. And THAT's why I haven't born my testimony in church in two and a half years...
Then tonight, while Billy was out on the deck with Logan and Taylor, I went upstairs to give Kendall a bath. I poured some baby shampoo in my hand. Without looking, I put the bottle back on the "whatever-that-thing-is-called-on-the-side-of-the-bath," but I let go of the bottle too soon, and it fell on Kendall's head. Outch! Of course, she started crying. Then I noticed the cut on her head. I felt TERRIBLE. I apologized to her about a thousand times. Fortunately the cut wasn't very deep, but it's definitely going to leave a bruise for a few days.
Then I went outside with Kendall to get the boys and give them a bath. While I showed Billy the cut on Kendall's head, Taylor sneaked inside the house and locked the door. When we realized we were locked out, Billy started to worry, and I started to laugh. "Taylor, Taylor, Taylor. He is full of tricks." It would have been fine if Taylor had stayed within eyesight, but he decided to go upstairs. That's when I started to worry, while Billy stayed in perfect control. I hadn't drained the water in the bath, thinking that the boys could use the same water (cheap, I know) when they took their bath. There were a ton of dangerous things in my craft room, in which they are never ever allowed. And the outlets in our room were not covered, since they are never in there without supervision. We kept calling his name, but all we could hear was Taylor banging on the wall in the bathroom. Then silence. Then some more banging. Then silence. There was no way into the house. Not through the front door, not through the garage, not through any windows. And no one had a spare key to our house. I thought about breaking the window with the outside chair. Logan beat me to it and attempted to do so with his tiny plastic chair. No luck. Billy suggested calling the cops. And that's when Taylor decided to come down and see what we were all up to... 25 minutes later! As I had feared, Taylor had gone into my craft room, but fortunately he hadn't touched anything dangerous. Then he had gone into the bathroom to play in the water, until it got cold I guess. Anyway, he came down and directly went to the door. We told him to unlock the door, and he did. *sigh* Needless to say, I promise it's never going to happen again, ever!
What a day...?!?!
