Could this be why so many young moms are on Prozac these days? Now, I'm good at shrugging this off and waiting for what's next but day after day, after awhile you get tired of cleaning the house and finding it totally destroyed ten minutes later. There's crap all over the table, floor, and counters. It's ridiculous. Why do I bother? Oh. My. God. This is what it has come to. And who keeps leaving the cereal out?
And note the toddler that's standing on the table, while trying to shove his chubby little gut into a crayola crafts tub.
It's no wonder that he hasn't hurt himself yet.
