The first box is packed and I have a cut from the cardboard.
Poor prioritization means taxes have been submitted but journal articles haven’t.
Two bouts of flu in three weeks and I am now afraid of food.
Peanut is funny and defiant. Butter calls everything he likes a dog or a vacuum.
And they both run in different directions now.
Game on.
NaptimeWriting 
PUT A BUNGEE CORD BETWEEN THEM! MWHA HA HA HA HA.
Welcome to my world! I agree with jc. You need to set up some invisible webs, a la Spiderman…or grow some seriously LONG arms…
By the way, 2 bouts of the flu in three weeks is about seven kinds of wrong. I am SO sorry! Have you been taking your probiotic like a good girl?
At 9 and 6, I have yet to figure out how to steer my girls in the same direction…sigh.
And no more flu for you!!
And people ask me why I don’t have a third!!!
I’m tired just imagining the running in different directions, especially weakened by post-flu status. You need a spa day. And a magic wand.
Barriers and containment devices. Necessary evils. Until, of course, you catch your 2-year-old swinging from the baby gate at the top of the stairs. Then the barrier becomes negligence and you’re basically screwed.