There's a Bird in Our House

     You have to love a man who is willing to stay home with the kids.  You can't always predict what will happen, but it's guaranteed to be something.  Take for instance a couple of years ago on a summer evening when I was at work.  
     "How much Tylenol is too much?"
     "What?"
     "HOW MUCH TYLENOL IS TOO MUCH?!"
     This what I heard through my phone.  My husband Adam was done with his day so when he came home from work, we high-fived and switched out.
     After spending the day with four monkeys, it's nice to go to work to be able to focus on one thing at a time.  In the back of my mind though, Adam and the kids are always there...and we all know what kids are capable of.  I don't care who you are, it's impossible to be in four different places at one time - and that's usually how the fun begins.   
     Hence...the phone call. 
     "Okay.  What do you mean with the Tylenol?"
     "I don't know.  The kids were all downstairs and Preston went upstairs.  I went up to get him and he was standing in our bathroom holding an empty bottle of Tylenol with a smile on his face.  I smelled him and he smells like freaking grape candy." 
     "I'm on my way."
     Flying out of work, a thousand thoughts gutted me.  How much did he drink?  How much time did we have?  Would they pump his stomach?
     Getting home, Adam had all four kids in their car seats ready to go.  I jumped in and we flew to the E.R.  He took the bottle with us to show the doctor.  Turning the bottle, I found the 1-800 number and called it as Adam sped. 
     A cool voice responded to my panic.  "Ma'am, even if he drank the entire bottle, it's not going to kill him.  You said it was a small bottle right?"
     "Yes."
     "He'll be fine.  He might be tired, but he'll be okay.  You're not even sure how much he took?"
     "No.  He just smells like grapes and he's smiling."
     Hearing her try not to laugh on the other end, the woman reassured us that it would be alright.
     Slowing down a little, Adam shot a look towards me.  "What do you want to do?  Do you still want to go or is it safe to head home?"
     Turning around, I looked at our slap happy son who was around four years old at the time. 
     "Preston, HOW much did you drink?"
     "I don't know, but it was good."
     -nice-
     We decided to call ahead to the E.R. and they said to monitor him and bring him with signs of vomiting, etc.   
     Heading home, it was one more unnecessary reminder of how crazy fast things can happen.  Which brings me to last night...
     I met up with the girls from work for our Christmas dinner and gift exchange.  Getting a text from Adam, I looked down to read this. 
     "There's a bird in our house."
     "A WHAT?"
     "A bird.  It's in the Christmas tree now but it keeps flying around the house."
     "WHAT?!"
     "I'll tell you when you get home.  I'm still trying to get him out and the kids are running around like it's a monster.  I gotta go." 
     Yes, you have to love a man who is willing to stay home with the kids.  You can't always predict what will happen, but it's guaranteed to be something.
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