I don't particularly enjoy it when...

• the kids find the box of staples and break them into itty bitty teeny tiny pieces. (stepping on them isn't particulary enjoyable either)
• Livvy comes to me with a handful of poop.
• Spencer spits up down my shirt or in my mouth (the sickest thing ever, as I'm sure many of you know).
• the girls pick flowers from the yard and then bring them in the house to "de-petal" them all over the couch. (apparently when I hear dreamy princess-like singing coming from the other room, Sara is wishing on petals and throwing them into an imaginary wishing well. Darn that Snow White! Lesson learned.)
• Livvy colors with crayon all over the hardwood floor (thank goodness for the magic eraser!)
• the neighbor kids ring the doorbell 50 times.
• my car suddenly starts stinking (the source- a rotten sippy cup that is nowhere to be found. Don't worry- I sent in the reinforcements (aka: Dave) and the problem has been resolved.)
• my kids repeat and/or ask questions about things they shouldn't have heard me say (having older kids who sit in the back of the car and "yisten", as Taylor would say, without me realizing, can be complicated at times!)
• Livvy empties out the filing cabinet.
• I go down to the basement and find the kid's Christmas ornaments scattered about. Grr...
• I realize that the kids have been going to the basement and eating fruit snacks, jello powder, and jello pudding cups from the food storage.
• I sit down to nurse the baby and the phone rings. (Note- this only seems to happen when the phone is not sitting right beside me.)

Therapy session over.