I'm the one who had coffee for dinner so why are my children still awake and I'm combatting the weariness? Go figure.
As is usual these days, today didn't go as planned. What can you do?
I remember being a child and I remember my logic, albeit faulty, concerning many things and I recall the reasoning behind a few of my more interesting decisions, but I don't know what runs through my children's heads. I have a feeling the oldest one put him up to it, but at one point as I was finishing up feeding the baby in her high chair, my son comes running into the room laughing hysterically. As I turn around to see what the fuss is about, I see that he is standing now in my dining room with his pants and underwear at his knees. I proceed to instruct (and when I say "instruct" I really mean "yell in shock") to pull his pants on immediately. He then turns around and shows me the source of his laughter. Let's just say a piece of poor Mister Potato Head has been thrown out and I've had to instruct (and when I say "instruct" I mean "yell in horror") on the ONLY places where Mister Potato Head pieces should be placed in are the holes on the Potato Head. Oh. My. Good. Gracious. Who comes up with this stuff???
If someone had told me all this seven years ago before I was bit by The Baby Bug, I wouldn't have believed it. Or I would have thought, "MY child would NEVER do that!" Regardless, it's by far THE nuttiest thing every to be a parent.
And I'm STILL putting him back to bed!
Three more bedtimes to go...
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