- It is nap time.
- We recently got home.
- There is so much mess – I don’t even know if I’m going to bother (getting out of home was a challenge and a rush – which is how the mess happened).
- I currently do not know the location of a marker that came with this one book (awesome book btw, I’ll have to tell you guys about it later!), and I’m also not sure where one of his food packs is. He disappeared with it into the fog of toys and mess, and next time I saw him – he didn’t have it…
- I’m bunkered up and trying to be quiet (not breathing) so he forgets about asking me to come in and finally goes to sleep on his own.
- Irony: I have all the fixings for making a sandwich for myself for lunch (bread, lettuce, tomato, mayo, mustard…) but no cheese or meat. I’m not supposed to have “lunch meats” anyway, so I was going with bacon (I LOOOOOVE me a blt!), but that went bad too.
And I knew about it on our way home, but I decided getting bacon wasn’t worth risking a pre-nap trip to the grocery store.
- There is dog food all over the kitchen floor because little man has suddenly become concerned with how much our dog eats, basically deciding that we don’t feed the dog enough… Enough said about that.
- The broom is wedged in between the wall and the fridge and I’m afraid to go in after it because if I get my arm stuck – I won’t be able to open the door when my lunch food delivery comes in! =(
Just #keepinitreal yall. This is for all those mommas pulling out their hairs today and thinking your little one is a terrorist. Don’t get me wrong, he or she definitely is. But know – you’re not alone in this hostage situation! The weekend is around the corner!
We should all come up with some important tasks and run away from the house for an hour and go have coffee BY OURSELVES somewhere, and do a big global google hangout “free mom” party! =)
Oh! He’s gotten quiet. I really hope he didn’t fall asleep on the floor under the door again! Makes me feel like a horrible parent. But so did this morning, when I told him that his incessant screaming makes me wish I could NOT be in the car with him, which is, unfortunately, impossible… =\
Oh, and I feel like those people in the Febreeze commercials because I think I’m getting used to the Fritos smell in our house (translation: our dog is overdue for a bath!).