Joshua didn't disturb me. I am a light sleeper, so if he would of said my name, I would of heard him.
I roll over and feel something metal in bed with us. I put my hand on it and feel the hard plastic. Then I feel crinkly bags like potato chips.....
I turn on the light.. and found this...
Yes.. in bed with us.
His snacks are very easy to get to. I made them that way because I know he is independent, but never did I think he would need scissors. He knows how to open them himself.
Thankfully, nobody was hurt... nothing else was cut.
I have now put up all the scissors in the house, so there will be NO MORE cutting.
Bad Tired Mama!!!
I'm putting myself in time out!
(PS. I am laughing about it now, but I was really upset and very hard on myself for a few days. ... it was a lesson learned!)