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Parenting FAIL Friday: I give up.

There are days when you nail the parenting thing. And by nail I mean you avoid physical injuries and everyone is fed and loved. They may not be clean. If they were fed and loved, there’s a REALLY good chance your house won’t be clean. But whatevs. We nailed it.

The day I am writing about was not one of those days.

There is an unwritten, but deeply understood, law of parenting that says you may have any two of the following, but never all at the same time:

  • Sleep
  • A clean house
  • Happy children who aren’t whining
  • Three balanced, healthy meals
  • Children who are generally free from filth and other messiness
  • Your sanity

You may only pick two.

Then there are days where you get none. Just none. This was one of those days.

My house was (almost) clean, and I was feeling good about the whole place looking nice. Smush decides to “play a game” in her room, and I’m all, “Yes! Finish all the cleaning!”

Smush played happily for a little while.

I AM SO DUMB. Smush does not play quietly. Not unless she’s plotting how to dismantle my bedroom furniture when I’m not looking.

That game she was playing? This:



Anyway. I cleaned her up.

Side note: That hot mess was made with play makeup. Do you know what’s interesting about play makeup? IT WAS MADE BY THE DEVIL HIMSELF. It doesn’t come off. With anything. Ever. I full-on bathed her and scrubbed her face with 4 different types of soap/cream/cleanser, and she still looked like she got punched in the face. Sigh.

I dried her off, got her dressed, and told her to get ready for nap time and hop into bed while I got her a drink.

I came back to find a small, sticky puddle on her dresser. And then I saw the children’s Benadryl bottle, opened, next to the medicine cup, lined with pink residue.


“Smush, did you drink that?”

“Umm, no?”

“You need to tell me the truth. Now. DID. YOU. DRINK. THIS?”

“Well, yeah, a little.”

“Can you show me how much? Did you pour it into the cup before you drank it?”

“Yeah. It was a little bit. Like you give Goo.”

(Benadryl is given to cancer patients as an anti-nausea medicine.)

I immediately called Poison Control, estimating that she probably didn’t swallow more than a tablespoon because she used the cup it came with for measuring out the right dosage. Thank God in heaven.

Just in case, I had to monitor her. Her heart rate could be affected, and since I’m good at finding pulses on little people thanks to Goo’s heart condition at birth, I monitor her heart rate.

Every ten minutes.

For two hours.

Oh, and the whole time I’m checking the pulse of my precocious and slightly rainbow-colored child? She’s sleeping peacefully. Because Benadryl.

I am now juggling a myriad of emotions:

I am irritated that she smeared play makeup all over herself and I can’t get it off. But she’s super cute.

I am LIVID that she got into the medicine cabinet and opened a “child-proof” cap. Oh, and “child-proof?” HA! Both my littles figured out how to open them by the time they were 3.

I am terrified that she swallowed too much and praying that she’ll be okay.

I am SUPER HAPPY that the side effect of Benadryl is drowsiness. Let’s just be honest. It was a day. And my little terror was napping. Once I knew she was safe, I was all, “Well, if you’re going to take a medicine you’re not supposed to, it might as well be the one that lets me get a few minutes of peace and quiet after you NEARLY MADE ME LOSE MY MIND.”

But really. Rainbow skin and a potential overdose in the same afternoon?

I give up.


About Mediocre Mom

I am a wife to the man who was made for me, and mom to three amazing girls: Punkin is eight, Goo is four, and Smush is two. I'm a Christian, a science geek, and completely addicted to coffee. Trying to stay sane one day at a time. Lowering the bar for moms everywhere.

7 responses »

  1. That would be so scary! A few weeks ago, our furnace started belching out this stinky smoke/exhaust. It was freezing out, but I opened the windows because I was terrified we’d die of carbon monoxide poisoning. It was FREEZING in the house, and stinky, and I poked the boy in the ribs every 5 minutes to be sure he was still breathing, but he slept through it all. I didn’t sleep at all. LOL

  2. What a crazy day! I’ve had a few of those myself. My son once swallowed a random pill he found on the floor at my parents’, and we ended up having to take him to the ER to get checked out. My dad has a heart condition, and a few other sicknesses, and takes some scary pills. We weren’t sure which one it was, and had to take his gallon ziploc of pill bottles in, to have the doctor rule them out. Talk about a scare! Turns out it was probably just Tylenol, since it was the closest match to what I saw of the pill before he swallowed it, and since he didn’t have any huge side effects. Phew! There was also the time when he was two, and I woke up in the middle of the night to find him in the living room smashing eggs into the carpet with a spatula, saying, “I make eggs, Mommy!” Hahaha. Parenting is TOUGH!
    I’m glad your little one was alright. Hope the makeup comes off soon!
    P.S. My son had cancer, too. He’s in remission right now, but I totally

  3. I’ve called poison control more times than I care to admit, but we had a verrryyyy similar experience, except a relative asked how much Benadryl and she thought my 3mL meant 3tsps! Aaaahhhhhh called poison control and they said it still wasn’t enough to hurt her but I was distraught for the rest of the day! Ugh! And she was definitely loopy!!

  4. On Friday my 2 year old was being “oh so good” whilst a friend and i were card making in another room. I went in to check on her to find permanent marker on the television, the couch, the carpet, the wall, the window and the child….. THANK GOD I had a friend over!!! Somehow it bought me to reality and stopped me putting her out on the street with a sign saying “free to good home”

    Incidentally, hairspray is brilliant for removing permanent marker from fabric 🙂


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