After a good long fight with the lovely husband last night, and an even longer night with the baby (though not nearly as long as hers was), I was a bit tired this morning and slept in. Since I was the winner of last nights' spat, J was still seeking atonement and more than happy to get up with the kiddies.

Allow me to mention here that he never gets up with them.

Here's what I woke up to:

  • A bowl of cereal that was not consumed (and I am assuming that there is a kindergarten teacher with a very pissy 5 year old right about now)

  • Two lunch boxes on the kitchen counter, meaning that 2 boys are having gross school lunch, even though the fridge and pantry are literal jam-packed with convenience sized, healthy, tasty sack lunch options, organized so freakin' efficiently (OCD all the way, baby!) that the kids could have packed their own lunches

  • A missing hamster

  • A heating vent unscrewed and propped open, with a baited trap comprised of a food dish, a screwdriver and a Unicorns and Other Magical Creatures library book set inside it for said hamster who has been running through the heating ducts under the floors of the living room all day

  • B's math homework, which would be doing him a lot more good in his math class today

  • A wheel to a rack thingy that T lifted from the classroom yesterday (the boy has some light fingers) that I was hoping to sneak back in before the teacher noticed it was missing

  • And, amazingly enough, a fresh, hot pot of coffee, a smiling, diapered baby and a husband who was quite proud that he handled it all without me.