Trapped!

The Boy trapped himself in the bathroom this morning. Talk about a petrifying experience. I came THIS CLOSE to calling the Fire Department, and that's no lie.
The Boy crawled into the bathroom, closed the door and opened one of the drawers, effectively blocking the door. The hinges for the door are on the inside of the bathroom. I couldn't get my knuckles through the gap in the door to work the drawer closed. The Boy was screaming. The toilet lid was up. The entire situation couldn't have been worse.
I grabbed a paint stirring stick to wedge through the open door and tried to work the drawer closed. It almost worked, but then The Boy would open the drawer again, and this entire time he's screaming. I finally did manage to get the drawer closed enough to open the door and The Boy was rescued. Sigh of relief.
Now the big question: How do I keep The Boy safe? I'm for locking him up in the protective circle of my arms and never letting him go.
The next question is how does the mom survive toddler hood without going completely insane?

Washing the Cat

Before today, I wouldn't have been able to come up with a scenario wherein "wash the cat" would be on my "to do" list. A skunk changed that.
Rocky was sprayed by a skunk yesterday. When Matt brought him in yesterday night, he detected an odor, and sent the cat back outside. A few seconds later I smelled skunk. I said, "Our cat was sprayed by a skunk". Matt said, "No, he just has gas". Ha.
Today I asked Matt to smell the cat. He still smelled like skunk. We did think this through a bit before we corralled the cat. I found some tomato juice and Coban (vet rap) and we cleared the bathroom. Then we found the cat.
Our cat is kind of dumb. This is why he got sprayed by a skunk.
Rocky let us hog tie him with Coban AND put him in the sink. He filled our bathroom sink: I mean COMPLETELY filled it. I commenced with the poring of tomato juice while Matt held the cat. He didn't complain at all...until I got to his head. At this point we ran into trouble. You see, because our cat filled the sink, he was awfully hard to rinse, so we picked him up, covered in tomato juice, and transfered him to the tub. THEN he really started to complain. It sounded like he was saying, "No! No! No!" in a really pitiful voice. We got him all rinsed off and towel dried. I whipped out the hair dryer, because I didn't want "wet-cat" smell all over my house, it's right up there near skunk on the "Gross-O-Meter". He submitted to a few minutes of that, but in the end we let him leave the bathroom without being all dry.
I may have mentioned this cat is kind of dumb. Any self-respecting four-legged creature would have run from us and hid. Not our cat. As soon as he was clear of the bathroom door, he stopped in the hall to begin kitty ablutions. Our bathroom looks like a chain saw killer hacked someone up in the tub. There's watered down tomato juice EVERYWHERE. Poor cat. Poor Becky's bathroom rug. (I said we thought it through a bit, not the whole way.)

Toothbrush Addict

The Boy has a toothbrush fixation. I thought this might just be because the extra toothbrushes at our house are in a drawer The Boy can reach. He takes out the ones still in packages looking for the few that have lost their wrappers. Then he bangs on the wall with them and after they are thoroughly banged, he puts them in his mouth and crawls away. I find toothbrushes in the living room, the kitchen and the floor of our room.

Friday I started to suspect a deeper toothbrush addiction. The Boy and I attended a function with a friend. The three of us were in the bathroom and my friend's makeup kit was open. The Boy LUNGED for the barely visible toothbrush, and promptly popped it in his mouth. I was mortified. This is the first instance wherein I've been embarrassed by my son, I'm sure it's the first of many. Do they have AA meetings for toothbrush addicts?