A tough week, it has been. For no real reason other than oh, my 23 month old son is CRAZY. He's smart and funny and wonderful and chaotic and I love it when he is taking a nap.
I haven't gotten a thing done, and my house looks like crazy people or... maybe highly intelligent bears live here. He can trash a room in under 5 minutes. And that's with me following behind him picking up old messes as he makes new ones. At some point you just give up.
I just sent him to Costco with my mom. I am usually all "oh, I've got it, I can do it myself" but this morning I was all, "PLEASE COME TAKE CLARK AWAY" and I think that's okay too.