My tots are Band-Aid fiends. I am allergic to them. The Band-Aids that is, not the tots. My second toe on my right foot is half the size of my big toe thanks to said offender. The toe itched so bad this morning that HH put ice cubes on my foot to numb it so I wouldn't be tempted to take a knife to the toe.

It is nearly impossible to have road rage in a vehicle when listening to Bear Necessities or Bippity-Boppity-Boo. I didn't say completely impossible, just nearly.

I am watching my nephew Cam this week on my own accord. Gives him someone to play with. My tots someone to play with. And gives me some sanity. However, the little f-er refuses to give me a hug or kiss but runs to my husband. Traitor.

My laundry is breeding while I sleep.

The man is potty-trained. No diapers in the last 2 weeks, nights included. Hurrah.

I have sent my resumes in to two separate places. Still bizarre.