Bad Mothering

I don't usually beat myself up too badly about my parenting mistakes.  I try my best to learn from them, and then move on.  But I've done a few things, just in the span of this week, that really upset me.  Despite Jacob's best efforts to warn me that I need to be on my toes with him (I found him trapped in our shower the other day), he still managed to get a hold of a cheap flower vase this morning, break in on the tile floor, and proceed to PLAY WITH IT while I was totally oblivious in the other room.  And yes, he did get cut.  Just like a tiny paper cut, but still.  Jordan comes in and informs me "Jacob broke a glass and he's playing with it."  I just looked at her, like, dumb.  Oh, the horrors that went through my head. 

Earlier this week he got a hold of a Halloween sticker, chewed on it for who knows how long, got gagged in the car on the way home from picking up Jordan from school, and puked (forcefully) all over himself and the car.  I had to pull over twice to check on him and clean him up b/c I didn't find the sticker in his mouth the first time.  He is gonna be that kid that gets into EVERYTHING.  Wait... he's already that kid.  And Jamie thought I was already an over-protective mother.  Time to step it up a notch.