Didn’t I just have a vacation?
A couple of baby-free days?
This morning: Jess has dumped a teaspoon or so of bright red triametic on the floor (she’s got the sniffles) and on herself.
Dumped a quart or so of water down my shirt.
Spilled milk down her front and in her hair (and on the floor.)
Sneezed a mouthful of milk all over me.
Dumped her Cheerios all over the floor.
I had a vacation. Not all that long ago, either.
You know, before I had kids, I never wanted kids at formal functions like weddings and stuff.
Now I have kids. And I’d still like no kids at formal functions. Hand the baby off to someone else and go eat good food and listen to bad music for a few hours. Sounds great. Someone hurry up and get married. And no kids allowed!