Thursday

One kitchen table covered with markers, paper, empty yogurt cups, and Splenda packets, among other crap... Check.

One mommy with an unbelievably sore back and neck... Check.

One crabby, snotty, fever-y, teething baby... Check.

One wild preschooler who just "helped" me scrub the toilet (without my knowing, of course)... Check.

Ten loads of un-done laundry... Check.


This is the making of a bad day. I might just be able to justify a therapeutic trip to Home Goods.