My house embalmed in peanut butter.
This is the third time this summer something like this happens.
I woke up to my oldest daughter complaining that my three-year-old was "playing with the peanut butter."
I had to give my youngest a shower and bubble bath.
And all this is aside from the reno and the medical appointments.
And the youngest doesn't nap any more because if she does she trashes her room and it's really not pretty. I'll spare you the details. Okay, one: she's not toilet trained.
I don't have the focus to blog right now.
I miss the excitement of doing research.
