It has recently come to my attention that I cannot do anything. At all. Ever. When I do things, other bad things happen.
One evening I went to the bathroom. When I came out, Heidi had taken a bag of onions, a bag of garlic, potatoes, and a box of tea bags off the kitchen counter. The onions and onion skins were littered between the kitchen floor and dining room carpet, the potatoes were rolling around aimlessly, the tea bags had been crumpled individually and strewn about the living room, and the garlic was just on the floor. You would think that would teach me to go to the bathroom.
I overslept the other morning (bad, bad, bad) and went into Heidi's room to find it covered with Styrofoam. It was also in her mouth. Yum. After I corralled the two of them downstairs, fed and changed them, I dragged the vacuum cleaner upstairs to clean the mess. When I returned downstairs, I found this.
Not to mention the lovely purple color of the carpet beneath the dining room table of the town home that we RENT. At this time, I contemplated investing in straight jackets.
Example C: Heidi knows how to undo a zipper. Zippers of importance include my breast pump, my wallet and change purse, and the diaper bag. Need I say more?
Example D: Heidi can pull out the dining room chairs and climb up to sit on them. The dining room table is where I keep all of my sewing supplies. Again, need I say more?
So to those of you who have two (or more) children, you know what I'm talking about. And those of you who want, are going to, or already have your second child but it was just recent, I say good luck with that. :)