Ramblings of a Tired Mom

I am staring at my dining room floor, which is a lovely kaleidoscope of colors. Sauce from macaroni and cheese...Gerber stage 2 peas...hot pink Play-Doh...something purple....and I'm not sure, but there might be something the cat yakked up. I am drinking my reheated coffee, while hiding from my 8-month-old, who refuses to eat, sleep, or be set down. He is currently in the exersaucer, and distracted by Dragon Tales...but if he catches a glimpse of me, it's all over. Luckily his twin brother is sleeping peacefully in their bedroom.

Their older sister is walking around in pink and purple striped pajamas, asking for candy. Out of fear that she will reveal my hidden location...I slip her some Starburst. She did eat a banana and some Corn Pops...so I don't feel too guilty.

I really need to clean the floor today...even if nothing else gets done. And, with Connor's current adversion to sleep, that might be the only thing accomplished today...with him strapped to me.

I suppose while he's distracted I should throw something in the Crock-Pot...because if I don't start something now, I'm sure I will be trying to convince my husband to pick up some McDonald's on the way home later. Of course, the toddler would think he was a super hero if he walked in the house with a Happy Meal in hand....how could I deny him that kind of admiration?

Rationalizing reasons to get fast food while you hide from your baby are definite signs that you need a vacation. Uh oh...I think Connor just remembered that he's not happy.

I suppose I could only hide for so long.