cue the insanity...

I am pretty certain Nick may be moving into the terrible 2 vortex.  Last night was a like one giant accident waiting to happen.  Chaos was his middle name.  Not only did he successfully reprogram the TV, he spent sometime attempting to introduce Friday to our vinyl record collection....no one touches my Beatles White Album!!!  Then he turned around and proceeded to attempt to fall of the piano stool and jump off the back of the couch.  I was stuck between cleaning up and trying to keep the child from maiming himself.  By the end of the evening I was so exhausted I could both see the white light and go toward it.  Apparently Brett Michaels lives in the white light as that is what I dreamed about last night.  Brett and books...so basically I dreamt about work, sort of.

This morning, we not only woke up late (as someone tiny had figured out how to reprogram my alarm clock) but tiny bot, spent the wee hours of the morning refusing his shoes and coat.  Then fought the "leave the house" effect.  Nick is a wise one as it was negative painful outside.  Kinda of the sort of morning that makes your external extremities freeze solid and break off promptly.

We will see if I survive the next couple years.  If you don't see me for a bit, check the pan cupboard, I may have climbed in there with Dr. Bunny and rocking back and forth.