My house is a disaster. Why? Because I’ve been rearranging rooms again. Kitty and Lydia sharing a room wasn’t working out. Nobody was sleeping with that arrangement. That Kitty is too much a three year old, and three year olds are too much impossible. Not impossible, per se, but there is no reasoning with them. If I was trying to get Lydia to cry herself to sleep at night, Kitty couldn’t grasp the “Stay out of your room while Lydia tries to fall asleep” concept. She would bust in and yell, “MOM!!! THE BABY’S CRYING!!!!” Which would make Lydia cry harder and make me cry the hardest.
Anyway, both my babies are quiet right now, sleeping in their own beds. (Is Kitty too old to be referred to as a baby? I hope not.) I should use this time to clean or to fold laundry or something, but most likely I will use it to eat ice cream.