[an excerpt from an email I sent to a friend today]
--Sisaye spit out her food today and refused to eat. I was super frustrated. So I'm covered in baby food feeling mad when there is a sound like a wall collapsing. I look into the living room. D's eyes are huge and he screams in terror and runs into the kitchen. Noise continues. I leap to my feet and start to run out of the room when I remember that Sisaye is sitting on the bumbo on the top of the table. I run back and grab her. Now we're both covered in baby food completely. Noise continues. D is screaming in terror. I run into the living room...just in time to see Petra streak by with a bag stuck to her head. Matilda is puffed up like a cotton ball and is trying to attack the bag on Petra's head. Both cats are terrified. D is terrified. Sisaye is smiling. I rescue the cats, remove the bag. While I am doing this, D dumps an entire box of Cheerios onto the coffee table and begins to shove them in his mouth. Cheerios go on the floor. I grab a broom. There is a knock at the door. It is the lady from First Steps, here to process Sisaye's paperwork. I make excuses. She judges. Chris calls. Major typo on the counter-offer. Realtor caught it, but said, "A lawyer wouldn't let this happen." [expletive] I blame Chris. Chris blames me. I hang up. First Steps lady leaves. D dumps his macaroni on the floor. I give up and put both kids to bed.
Life is peachy.