Several Fridays ago I came home to a perfectly quite house. The Mini was with Helen, his nanny, at the grocery store. E was still working. I ran around picked up a few things, and was standing in the kitchen. It was at this precise time The Mini ran through the door holding out a bouquet of gerbera daisies he had gotten me at the grocery store and with the biggest smile on his face proclaimed, "For Mama!". It doesn't get any better than that.

Losin' my mind

I am through with animals. Don't get me wrong, I will still support the humane society and local rescues. And I promise to to euthanize the two dogs we currently have....until their time. But seriously, I am done after they move on to doggie heaven.

I came home from work yesterday and ran upstairs to change into my running clothes. I noticed there was a giant yellow puddle on our down comforter which meant only one thing. Damn Dog.

Really

People of the United States of America it is not a crime to only want one child. It doesn't mean I don't like being a mom, it doesn't mean I am selfish, it doesn't mean the Mini will be warped because he doesn't have a sibling (I know plenty of warped kids from 2,3,4 children homes). It simply means I only want to have one child. That is all. Really.

Time Out!

The Mini was playing with his cars and people. He decided to start smashing the plastic person's head into the car. I looked over and said, "Mini, I don't think you should pound his head against the car". To which he looked at me, took the person over to the table and said, "time out" leaving the plastic man sitting there for about 2 minutes.

Morning Recap

4:00 AM the alarm goes off -- no freaking way I am going to the gym today. I will run outside after work. RESET alarm.

5:15 AM -- Crap that came way to fast. Get up, shower, run around the house and pick up because the cleaning lady is coming.

6:10 -- The Mini is calling for Mama in his crib. Great, apparently even the nighttime diapers are no match for this kid. Strip the clothes off, pull-up on, new clothes on. Change Crib sheets.

6:30 -- Feed Dex, let Dex out.

6:50 -- Load Dex in car to take to Doggie Daycare. He is wining to beat the band and no matter what I do the dog will not stop.

7:00 -- WHAT am I smelling? Look in the review mirror -- OMG the dog sh*t in the car.

Let's hope the rest of the morning goes better.....