Remember sleep? I do, vaguely. I am so exhausted. Violet didn't go to sleep until well after 1 am, and popped back up before 8 am. That's not bad. However, I stayed up much later than she did in attempt to catch up on the cleaning that she didn't allow me to do during the day. I mean that; She did not allow me to do it.
She hasn't been in a playpen for several months now. She learned early on to pull up the Velcro bottom which left her basically sitting on the support bars and the sagging material, which was a dangerous head trauma incident waiting to happen. So that is out.
She still meets requirements to fit into her Fischer-Price bouncer, but good luck. It becomes a farcical situation quickly, evoking memories of a cartoon in which someone is trying like hell to get an agitated alley cat into a bathtub. Legs splayed out onto each side no matter which way you turn her, preventing her crazy legs from ever getting into the holes.
She just finished anointing the entire living room floor with her apple juice and water tonic. I'm praying to the Swiffer Gods for assistance. Hmmm, I wonder how much an American Maid visit actually costs...
I understand why nature makes kids so damn cute. It ensures their survival.
A day in the life in an alternative reality
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