Another Nomination...

...for one of those Bad Mommy Awards.

I was making supper tonight, distracted, thinking about other things. Jonah's been going from one mess project to another all day. He pulled a chair up to the basket that contains my silverware and utensils (as I don't have any drawers in my non-kitchen) to do some "organizing" for me. I just ignored him, knowing that my knives are all up on a magnetic strip over the counter.

At one point he got down and said he needed to go wash his hands. I thought this was a ploy to be allowed to play in the kitchen sink next and I told him to go use the bathroom sink. After a few minutes, he came back to the utensils, and I called a stop to it an put his chair away.

Still tuning him out, it took a while for his chatter to get from my ears to my brain: "Mom, it's painting! It's painting Mom! Mooooommmmyyyy...!"

Finally I looked at him. "What are you talking about?!? Can't you quit bugging me while I'm making sup... Oh!" He was continually wiping blood on his shirt and anything else within reach.

I had forgotten about the steak knives...

Upon taking him into the bathroom to clean him up (and delight him to his very toddler marrow with a bandaid), I discovered blood pretty much everywhere.

My silverware and utensils looked like they came off the set of a slasher-flick.

Where the hippy-hoo-ha was I anyway while he was bleeding all over everything???