Sometimes I question our ability to raise a child.
Last night I locked my dog in the bathroom, then wandered the neighborhood in the dark looking for him because I thought he was lost. We'd left the door open for a few minutes to air out the apartment & then couldn't find him. I notified all my neighbors & the apartment complex & even went so far as to put a Missing Dog post on Facebook before I found him.
I'm still not sure how long he was in the bathroom for... maybe an hour? He never barked or whined... even when I was calling his name.
Then Josh & I were both doing work on our laptops for about an hour. When I finally looked up, the house looked kind of smoky. Sure enough... there was a candle on the bar in our kitchen & it was burning the piece of wall overhang that was about 18 inches above it! It wasn't an actual fire, just a smoke stain on my white wall... I think the magic eraser will take care of it.
But really? We're both functioning adults... yet we can't manage simple tasks... a baby may just do us in!