For the past 2 days I have been in a lot of pain. As a result, I have been reduced to minimal bending and lifting activities. I am pretty sure my kids, specifically 2 cute but monster like 3 year olds, have figured this out and are taking full advantage of the situation. Every time I enter a room or a bathroom I find the most unbelievable messes. For example, shirts in the toilet. Seriously??? Who does that? Why do you do that? Apparently the bathroom is a fun place because 3 times in the last 2 days, after I have put a new roll of toilet paper on, it is all on the floor or in the shower....within minutes. The bath tub is another venue for mischief. Let's see how many clean towels I can get into the tub with me at one time while mom is checking on Taylor in the next room? But what's even more fun is climbing onto the cabinets and pulling down all the games and puzzles and dumping all the pieces to EVERY game on the floor.
Now those of you that read this may wonder, Where on earth I am during all of this? Maybe we should call CPS because obviously the mom in the house in nonexistent and neglects her children. Not the case, I promise. They accomplish these make-mom-crazy-things in 3.2 seconds. There are 2 of them for heaven's sake and everything occurs at warp speed.
After walking around my house a few minutes ago and practically having a nervous breakdown at every turn, I thought I should blog about this because I am sure one day...one day... I will laugh about it. Just not any time soon.