Outnumbered Two to One

Fun. I’m all for it, but for me there’s a recovery period. Usually at least 24 hours. Hence my vegetative state today. I’m doing the bare minimum, which is meals and diaper changes. The only cleaning I’m doing is strictly emergency stuff - spills, ant covered dishes, possible slipping or tripping hazards. That’s it.

Mostly the kids get it. They were up till midnight watching the firework displays, ingesting mammoth quantities of sugar and working themselves into frenzies. Today they’re watching TV, playing on the computer, keeping to themselves mostly. All three, except for my known trouble maker, my little criminal…my 18 month old.

You’d think a baby could be a little more cooperative, a little more perceptive as to the nuanced needs of his mother. But jeez, he can be so selfish sometimes. It’s like the kid’s running on some high octane fuel. Unless he’s napping, he’s just go-go-going - tormenting the dogs, climbing the furniture, pulling all the DVDs off the shelves, pulling all the pots out of the cabinets, eating paper, chewing on cardboard, clanging the dog bowls against the tile, pouring water on himself, squeezing juice onto the floor, wearing everyone else’s shoes, putting random things in the trash, playing in the toilet…really the list goes on and on.

He is by far the busiest kid I’ve ever owned. Holy moly! Thank God he’s so darn cute, and he gives hugs and kisses like they’re going out of style. If he weren’t I might have already sold him to the circus.

Lucky for him.

I guess I’ll keep him. I can take a breather when he goes to college.

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