Mondays - Garbage Day.

Another day of Cao madness and another day of him waking up early. I vainly tried to roll over and sleep while he babbled and shrieked from his crib, but it was like trying to sleep through construction. I hate mornings. So, to deal with my hyperactive child, I gave him one of those nasty baby cookies and cherrios. Those of you who are unfamiliar with baby cookies, they are the type of cookie that is designed to turn into glue, which in turn will coat your baby head to toe with waterproof paste. Good luck in washing it off. It will stay in wierd places....like their ears for months. Benefit? The dog does loves the stuff and helps to keep the baby, floor and high chair clean.

As for other silly morning nonsense, I made the mistake of looking out my window to discover that the garbage wasn't taken out. After frantically looking at the clock I managed to turf off my housecoat, throw on a far to short mini-dress (twas too breezy up the legs for my liking), and dragged the garbage down to the road. I nearly escaped back into the house without any male catcalls. But sadly, once I turned around....low and behold my tenant giving me the eye over. Quite disgustingly embarassing to hold a conversation in a dress that was as close to lingerie as one was going to get. Next time....I might as well go out naked. Murphy's law would probably let me get away with it.

Upon my return to the house, Cao had just managed to pull off the kitchen floor trim and handed it to me. Beautiful.