You're reading the ravings of a First Class Prime Choice Blue Ribbon A1 Idiot.
Here's what went down last night:
I washed five formula bottles, complete with nipples and rings. No problem.
Boiled four of the bottles, two at a time, to kill any of the nasties that may still have been on/in them. No problem.
Set the fifth bottle in the pan, along with the five nipples and rings.
Here's where the problem started. I got distracted.
It was a combination of playing with Marcus and watching Mythbusters. Colleen was in the bedroom, on the phone with her brother and watching American Idol, seeing who was going to get the chop.
At some point, I changed Marcus' diaper, and walked out of his room. This certain aroma, somewhat faint, hit my nose.
My first thought was, "Candles?"
I started to investigate, Marcus fully within my grip.
When I got to the kitchen, I figured out what it was -- the bottle, nipples and rings.
The water had boiled away, and there was now the above items, strategically melted enough so that they, along with the saucepan, were beyond salvage.
So there I was not three minutes later, fully dressed once again in "out of the house" clothes, speeding along to Target at 2130 (930pm to us cake-eating civilians) to replace the bottles.
Colleen managed to find seven nipples and rings from an older kit. The nipples were like #1's, and Marcus uses #s 2 and 3. So I just bought half a down #3 nipples, a replacement bottle, and a bottle-to-trainer cup kit, as well as a new inexpensive saucepan.
All that, and I was home before 10pm.
*sigh*
What an adventure. Colleen told me that I wasn't an idiot, but I was still mad at myself for forgetting.
It's amazing what half a pint of B&J Cookie Dough ice cream will help you heal late at night.
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We don't have any 24-hour WalMarts or Targets in the area... and the 24-hour CVS is across town.