Not Me! Monday

While packing up the nursery this weekend, I did not get lazy and, instead of organizing one last box full of stuff first, pack a final box of "random junk" from that room. I was not on my pregnant belly, crawling under the crib to get the random junk that was under there... And if I were, there would never be lonely infant socks, dust bunnies the size of elephants or little toys seemingly lost for months. And there certainly would never be a bottle filled with enough green mold to dose a dozen kids with penicillin... and if there were, I definitely wouldn't let my own mother be the one to discover and open it to clean!

Anyways, while not under the crib grabbing the items that were not there, while laying on my belly that is not 7 months pregnant, I did not find a small round piece of toy and consider throwing it into the moving box of "random junk" even though I had no idea what toy is came off of. Instead, I held on to it, in hopes of finding the rest of it, while not grabbing up the dust elephants and lonely infant socks. I continued to hold it, and examine it, trying to figure out if I should save it or toss it... It did not take me about 5 minutes to finally think "something this small is a chocking hazard - even if it fell off a toy, I should throw it out anyways." And even after thinking that, I didn't continue to hold on to it as I moved around the room collecting more trash in that hand... And finally after another 5 minutes I did not finally come to the realization of what that little marble was. Poop. Yeah. I'd not been holding on to poop for that long, thinking it might be valuable enough to pack or save. No, not I. But just in case that was something I would have done, I think I'll go wash my hand. Again.