Stooges

Today, the dog got into.... the diaper pail. Little bits of chewed up diapers everywhere, the windowsill even! But that's all in a day's work - out came the vacuum and the fun began. The dog ran to hide from the noise while Archer ran around me in circles shouting "the monsters are going to get us the monsters are getting us!!" When he was a baby sometimes the only thing that would soothe him was the noise of the vacuum, now it seems to infuse him with energy, and Shelly looks around at us as if we're all crazy. I think sometimes from the outside we must look like the three stooges chasing each other in circles and that's how I feel most days - completely out of control, incapable of accomplishing anything but having fun along the way.