Now, I would eat my breakfast, but my three nuggets have already claimed it as their own.
By Layah It's 9:30 a.m. I have been up for just over two hours. So far, I have cleaned two rank poopy diapers, vacuumed the kitchen floor, scrubbed marker off of our windows and a wooden table, dealt with the epic temper tantrum of an irrational OCD 3-year-old, a subsequent time out, three comfort cuddles, tears and more tears. I've cleaned a full cup of OJ off of our door, floor and rug, cleaned additional spilled juice off of the kitchen table and floor, done two loads of laundry, fed five dependents, hand washed dirty dishes and run another load through the dishwasher. All this while being incessantly interrupted, infinitely distracted, and using mostly one arm. Oh, and I also ordered a couple of Hanukkah gifts. Because I'm on top of shit.
Now, I would eat my breakfast, but my three nuggets have already claimed it as their own.
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