listening to C yell "wake up Do-Do!" & "Daddy? You help me and come in the window?*" while they are supposed to be napping?
enduring Sammy's silent judgement as he ponders the futility of my mopping the floors.
It's a toss up, really. Both have their merits in the race to fully and finally divide me from my sanity.
(and fyi, H, I did not plug in, but am sending this from my phone in an effort to avoid twi-crack at naptime. seriously, I need a church basement meeting with bad coffee to kick this. It's a disease people!)
* what the hell?! When did anyone ever come in through her 2nd story window, let alone to 'help' her? She's a nutter.