I'm still standing

and this week has been completely, for lack of a more suitable word, CHAOTIC. My dad is visiting this week and I'm jumping around like a flea trying to quietly prove to him that I have everything under control and that no, my kids are not unruly little brats you see in grocery stores knocking down everything within their sticky little grasps.

But here's the thing.....I don't and yeah, my kid was the one knocking down the baby food...the JAR baby food, which in turn means I get to go to a clerk--red-faced and all--and tell them that they have clean up in aisle seven. Yup, that was me this morning. PLUS, when we get home, my 2 year old somehow removes his diaper and pees all over the tiled floor.

My husband, while mopping, looks at my dad and says, "I bet you remember days like this." I had to laugh just not at that point.

The kicker is that it's only early afternoon. We (I should say I cuz hubby goes to work this afternoon) have the rest of the afternoon running after the kids, cleaning up pee and Lord knows what else while avoiding the amused look on their grandpa's face.

With all that said, I have to admit that I wouldn't change it for the world. Instead old of my two year old doing #1, it could've been #2...on the carpet. Am I right? And quite frankly breaking that jar in the grocery store made the clerks earn their money like everyone else because when I went up to confess, they were sure enough standing around and gossiping. So nope, wouldn't change it for the world.

Signed,

Wimpy Mom

Angels? I mean Angels!