Meanwhile, our kids are busy seeing how many beans they can fit up their noses, how far they can punt a juice box and how long they can go without actually brushing all of their teeth.
So we repeat. And we redirect. And sometimes we feel like locking ourselves in our bedrooms to tweet our hearts out while binging on chocolate cake. Behold, our messages from the dark (chocolate) side, on the brink of chaos.
The Broken Record1 of 17
At increasing volume.
The Bedtime Brigade2 of 17
And a partridge in a pear tree.
The Snackfinder3 of 17
It's like an icky little treasure hunt.
The Handyman4 of 17
It's the little things that make all the difference.
The Pancake Surgeon5 of 17
And where's the ocean of syrup?
The Mom Megaphone6 of 17
Oh, I hear it now.
The Walking Migraine7 of 17
The FDA needs to get on this.
The Storm Trooper8 of 17
The Dreamer9 of 17
It could happen. Someday. Maybe.
The Poet10 of 17
We sure do.
The Detective11 of 17
And all of those dead batteries, too.
The Family Chef12 of 17
By the time the kitchen is cleaned up, it'll be breakfast.
The Candy Counter13 of 17
I, on the other hand, can eat 26 Starbursts in one bite.
The Pantry Police14 of 17
WHO OPENED THE SECOND BOX OF OATMEAL?
The Explorer15 of 17
It's dangerous in there.
The Insomniac16 of 17
Please. We're begging over here.