Ready for a new week

I've realized that you can't really call yourself a "tried and true" parent until you've picked up your kid's poo out of the bathtub...bare-handed. Yeah, gag all ya want. I've done it...with 3 out of 3 kiddos. We're batting 1000 here. It's not something I jump at the occasion for either...especially when the 5 year old is asking thousands of questions about your technique of bare-fistin' it while you hold you breath with each swipe and try your hardest not to scream at the older one for talking so dang much while you are clearly elbows deep in it.

Yeah, it's been that kind of week.

I'll spare all the whiny details, but most of it revolves around the fact that my darling son has decided that he would rather be wide awake and screaming for 2-3 hours in the middle of every single night this week. Me no good mother on no good sleep. Me have lots o' headaches and am very quick to raise my voice at other children who ask lots o' questions.

So, here's hoping that this week starts off on a better foot...or rather, a better night's sleep. Because it just happens to be the little midnight tormentor's 1st birthday in a couple of days.