A month ago today I was in my mother's house waiting on death...

...there is one, you know. Let me tell you how. Last night I rush over after work to pick up the frog princess who is out of diapers. Now, normally "out of diapers" for means that there's a half dozen in her bag and at least 3 in my house and at my parents (where the nanny watches her). Well, this week, out of diapers meant, I may have 2 at home and one in the bag. So off I go to CVS, too close to her bedtime for me to be comfortable.

I'd like to find her so that I can have a few words with her! Where does she get off making it look easy!?! I still have thank you notes from the frog princesses's birthday party that haven't been filled out. FROM NOVEMBER! If I found her today, I'd kick her ass and bury her under the mountains of clothes currently found in strategic places around my home. I'm pretty sure no one would find her until summer, giving me sufficient time to leave the country or make up a good excuse as to why I did it. Like, the fact that I'm exhausted all the damn time.

My cute, adorable, sweet child is a manipulator. I can no longer deny it.