Oy.

This morning I managed to intercept Jonathan before he had completely gone naked in his crib and pooped on something. Evidently for toddlers, poop is the medium of choice for painting and shampoo...also hand lotion. I have discovered my stomach is stronger than originally thought. As far as how much, let's not push it.

I've kinda had it. I've got a huge load of laundry looking at me from the floor right now and I have no energy to pick it up...I never have enough clothes anyways, it's hard enough keeping up with Mr. PoopiePants and Jacob, Sir Pukie, much less me and Mark. I want to go on child strike real bad. But I'd miss the stinkies so screw it.

Hmm. Life is fine otherwise, nothing much going on right now. Waiting on our money...things will be so different then. Right now we're just kind of in limbo. Oh well.

written on 2004-03-02 at 11:19 a.m. by sweetsolace.

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