How You too can Win the Best Mom in the World Award!

So this actually happened a few weeks ago, but in honor of us being back in Scotland and almost having a repeat yesterday, I just have to share.
Well, a few weeks ago we were staying in a flat in Scotland, and I needed to take a shower (seriously, I needed to feel like a person and sometimes that means just feeling clean - know what I'm saying?) I looked around the flat and thought "Okay, I can hop in the shower for 5 min. and there's nothing little man can get into." I know, I know this is dangerous, and believe me I can still hear my mom's voice in the back of my head saying "Don't you know, you can't ever leave a toddler unsupervised"...but I really needed a shower!
When I got out, I heard...NOTHING! Now that either means he's not screaming in pain, he's gone, or he's into something. As I rounded the corner, there he was sitting in the middle of the living room happily munching on Tums (these are a necessity for this mom in our household these days), with a beautiful pastel rainbow of drool on his shirt. He had eaten A LOT of them! What do you do? What any mother who has no idea what the number for poison control might be here in the UK, I googled TUMS and tried to find out if I had indeed just poisoned my child (who I might add was still smiling and running around as happy as could be over his little snack!) Thankfully, I couldn't find any horrendous side effects, just that I shouldn't give him any more milk products (go figure!) And Thankfully, I saw my friend Laura that day (she is a nurse!) and she reassured me he should be fine, but I may have an unpleasant diaper to change.
Now just in case you think I'm really not quite with it by not only leaving my child unattended, but also leaving a bottle of Tums lying within reach, let me just reassure you! The little turkey had climbed on the bed to reach the tums that were on the high dresser. And he tried again, by the way, climbing on the bed on top of the dresser to reach them on the mirror's ledge. It's an obsession, I tell you!
The Best Mom award, by the way, definitely was well deserved, or maybe you could consider it my punishment, was in having to clean the massive blowout that occurred later that evening while we are eating dinner at a family's house and I ran out of wipes and I had no extra clothes for my poor child and he immediately had a horrible diaper rash all over his bum and leg and I had to ask this sweet woman if I could not only borrow her son's clothing, but if I could also stick him in the bathtub (and I know this is a run-on - it's an intentional one for any of you who are wondering ;-) ). It was quite a day, and one we almost (thankfully we didn't) repeated yesterday, when my dear husband left the bottle of tums on our bedside table! OBSESSED I tell you!