So I freakin HATE Lysol. The smell makes me ill. It always seems like I can taste the smell of it long after I encounter it. If someone walks through a room that has been recently sprayed with Lysol, and then I come in contact with them, I can still smell it.
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So I go grocery shopping today. Nothing big, but we were out of diapers and decided a 'junk food movie party' was in order this evening...can we just say, I blew my diet in one meal!
I get a text from my hubby that I left just in time. Code Brown!
I take the boy, donning a onesie and diaper only out to the family room and say "Dude...its his nutssssssssss! Did you put something on his nuts?!?" You would have thought I had 3 heads!! Then he says "No, but I sprayed the changing pad with Lysol after his code brown."
Forget the why. I don't know why. I'm fairly certain he explained it but I was already on my way to the nursery to get the baby bath tub. I could smell the Lysol all over the baby who had just been laying on the tainted changing pad. Pad cover=washing machine...baby=bath.
So Lysol smell gone...fresh clean baby with a super cute mohawk sitting by my side and half the movie over...I decided to blog rather than try to catch up on humans/aliens and some planet called 51.
I can still taste the Lysol. I think I need to bathe my mouth.