I've been doing my bit to keep babyproofing the house - finding things as she's finding them, then sorting them out.
I'd noticed her pulling at the plastic bags next to the fridge (a bad habit I picked up somewhere along the way), so I decided to pull them out this afternoon and sort out the bags. There were a few aprons beside the fridge too, so I pulled them out to stick them in the washing machine.
As I walked from the fridge to the laundry (about 6 metres), I looked back to see where the baby was, to see if I had enough time to start the washing machine and could still see her.
And then I saw something in front of the fridge, about two metres in front of her.
And my stomach dropped.
A. dead. mouse.
She was nowhere near it. But. Had I not looked back? I feel sick just thinking about it.
Like almost teary sick.
I can't even imagine...
When will I stop doing this sort of thing?!