Thanks for the love yesterday, ladies. Really. And I hope you all do know how comical I actually find my own chaos. I will probably not have to resort to stiff drinks or actual therapy. Just wretching up a bit of "word vomit" (I said it, Heather!), seems to have done the trick. The half of the ridiculousness that is not caused by my children's antics is caused almost entirely by my own. And sometimes I do get a little mucked up in the cruddy bits, but mostly I just roll with it.
Oh, and speaking of children's antics. Anybody know what this is?
Yup. "M is for Marshmallow."
And for "MOSTLY, I don't think she ate any glue."