I am seriously going bonkers. I am drained.
When for the umpteenth time I go and dig Isaac out of a garbage can or to take his little hands out of the toilet bowl water or catch him from slipping on the wet floor after he's tipped the dog bowl over...what can I do? I want to put him in a playpen or his exersaucer, but he'd just climb out and injure himself, probably seriously. I could have a barebones house, but really who would that help. It would only drive me more bananas. And he would just find something to get himself into or onto. So I just have to keep him safe from the imminent dangers (like stairs, bookcases, sharp objects, things he shouldn't eat...) and let him roam around; hopefully he'll learn from trial and error: hey, trying to crawl on a wet floor = fat lip.
This having a boy (well, a high energy, non-fearing, daring, curious, mischievous boy. Are all boys like this?) is more tricky than I could have imagined. I dare not think about how much more crazy he's going to get. Or do they calm down as they get older. Ha. Wishful thinking I'm sure.
If you're out there and reading this and have survived boyhood please share how you did it. Please.