a day like this

More often than not at some point in my housewife like day, I ponder what to make for dinner. On this particular day it was around lunch time when the avalanche began. Here's how it went.

What I was doing ::::::: What she (being Claire) was doing

Hmmmm, what's for dinner :::::: Gets into barware and breaks a glass
Getting vaccum to sweep up glass :::::: Goes into the bathroom to play in the toilet
Fishing shoes and toys out of the toilet water ::::: finds chocolate eggs and eats a million, spreads other million on couch like paint
Cleaning up the chocolate stains on couch ::::: discovers that a sharpie is even better than chocolate

PAUSE TO DEEP BREATHE AND DRINK A GLASS (OR 2) of wine

Digging out a can of never used hairspray upstairs to remove the sharpie artwork covering cork flooring ::::: climbs and then falls down stairs in search of mama
Sitting and nursing the crying baby :::::: still crying and sticking to her mama

Realize that the olive oil I started to heat up in the pan to saute veggies for dinner is smoking and on fire.....and to top it off it is my favorite Le Crueset Dutch Oven pan--now scorched.... :::::::::: napping so late in the day she'll be up all night