Today I was feeling like everything was all right. Then I made a discovery. 

A kitty cat has been pooping in ONE’s sand pile. I’m unsure how long this has been going on, but it was quite a lot of poo.

It’s kind of funny how I am constantly taken down a peg. Yesterday I took both kids to run a series of errands with me, and by the time lunch rolled around I was feeling like everything was all right. Everything went so well; my children were perfect angels, I looked presentable, and I started to feel like the smart and capable mom-of-two I always knew I could be.

And then, right in the middle of Chik-Fil-A, TWO spit prunes all over me. Why did I decide to put a container of prunes, of all the choices in our cabinet, in the diaper bag? I don’t know. What I do know, is that I later found it in my hair. And on my shoulder. And up TWO’s nose.

In retrospect, I realize that if we are going to have sand in the backyard, it needs to be in a SANDBOX. With a LID on it. Also, feeding prunes to a baby is generally a terrible idea. In my defense, it’s hard to think rationally when you have a small child jabbering at you alllll day, asking question after question about life and death and how his little brother got out of your tummy and into the living room.