Toothpics in my eyes.

I did not sleep a mutha f'n wink last night.

Well, maybe I'm exaggerating a wee bit.

But I slept VERY little. Mr. Kiss was out for his basketball league, and he has today off so he went to the bar after - which left me in blissful silence.

For 2 hours.

Then the chaos ensued. Lil Kiss was calling out, every hour or so - teeth? I don't know. But it sucked.

All the while, I'm trying to do laundry and pack (the boys are visiting G'ma and G'pa this weekend, ahhh yah!)...clean the kitchen, upload pictures and drink.

I finally fell into bed around 11, and realized there was a shitton of laundry under me. So I'm folding that (except for Mr. Kiss' - his now gets tossed to his side of the bed) and Big Kiss comes in.

"I have to pee."

And he waits for my permission (a phenom I will NEVER understand. You gotta go - GO!) When he saunters in to the bathroom, he's pullin his undies down and then he stands there, does the Male-Pee-Lean and scratches his butt.

Lovely.

I think I finally dozed off around 12.30, just in time for Mr. Kiss to come rumbling around like a bull in a china shop. And was dealing w/ Lil Kiss all night long.

Life as a mom of young kids. It's pure bliss, isn't it?