my god I'm exhausted today and its not even noon. The house is a mess with toys, the roof is leaking (in new spots, too) and Ethan's on fire. And its not just his diaper rash (ba dum bum).

The sun has finally come out after DAYS of bleary rain, and I'd take the boys out for a much needed walk and fresh air but its 30 minutes till Ethan's nap time and man, naps are SACRED I tell you and I'd much rather have an hour or 2 to myself (or myself and Jude) than an hour of sunshine and air. If I'm lucky it will still be nice when E awakens and we'll go out then. If not, then at least I had a bit of peace. Kinda.

I know - how exciting my life is - the throws of despair over messy houses, the extacy of getting a shower or a 30 minute nap. The desperation of time outs that seem not to work, to the silent jubilation of getting Ethan to follow direction just this once. To successful baby burping without having to change my shirt and spot-clean the couch.

As I write this, Ethan is falling asleep at his high chair - success!

better put him to bed.