Yesterday was Wednesday, and I had to pry Jack off the bookshelf. From there he moved on to Luke's duffle bag.
(My thought process: Totally safe! He can drag it around, he can try on Luke's basketball shoes, he can look at the bottle of water! Minutes of entertainment.)
Minutes later, he was staggering across the living room with a nalgene bottle that was 2/3 full. Very heavy, the kind of thing that would really hurt when you drop it on your foot.
(Thought process: Intervene.)
Jack indicated that he wanted to drink some of the water. I unscrewed the cap. He pretended to drink. Then he screwed the cap back on. Then he unscrewed the cap. Wash, rinse, repeat.
(Thought process: Wow, I am just sitting on the floor with Baby Jack, playing and having a good time. What a sweetheart. I just love him. He could do this for hours. I should probably check my email. If he could do this for hours, could I just get some work done? No, he'll spill the water eventually. Could I get enough work done to make cleaning up 20 ounces of water and changing all his clothes worth it? He is so cute. Oh, let me hold it Jack. Be careful. Aww, adorable. Seriously, could I work for 5 minutes, or just throw some dishes in the dishwasher while he plays with this water bottle? Could I swoop in and catch it before the bottle spills? LIGHTBULB!!! I could pour the water out!)
I chance it and leave him with the bottle while I grab an empty one, change them out, pour out the water and give him the original bottle back.
(Thought process: Why. Did. It. Take. Me. So. Long. tofigurethisout?)
I used the remaining "Jack is busy playing with a nalgene bottle time" to put two dishes in the dishwasher. If only I had acted sooner, I could have maybe cleared off half the counter!