Ugh, I know u iz trollin'...
And I know I'm supposed to lol and move on...
But
Srsly, gfy. I was downstairs washing dishes while she was upstairs playing in her room with Daddy just across the hall lying in bed/using the main washroom and not properly closing the door.
I don't accept incompetence, and I certainly don't accept blame for other's incompetence. And I. ****ing. Hate. this social norm that men are useless POS that you have to mind and micromanage. It is a goddamn gift that I didn't make HIM scrub the walls and just throw out the bedclothes and spend several hundred dollars on new stuff --while I give him a lecture on safety.
He is appropriately grateful that I am cleaning it up, and handling the doctor and poison control calls.
Also, I don't take parenting advice from part-timers. Why don't you and your gf give 24/7 a try before you mistakenly presume you know anything about it again.
/rant