Oi Vey!

This picture illustrates the sad story of my life right now. It is a loaf of beautiful, freshly-ground whole wheat bread that actually turned out right. I lovingly made it for the fruit of my womb, to nourish and strengthen them when they got home from school. I left an older boy in charge, and took another son to violin lessons. When I got back, I found my bread on the ground. Where was my dependable babysitter? Asleep, on the couch downstairs. It appears the baby got peckish, and helped himself.
That's nothing to the reception I got when I came in from viola lessons yesterday. Another trusty brother got distracted with video games. I came in to hear water gushing from the basement ceiling onto the carpet. It seems Baby got a little thirsty and helped himself to some water in the bathroom sink. And blocked the drain with a towel, and walked away. "I don't understand how this could have happened!" he wailed. "He was just here a minute ago!" I hear you, brother. Yesterday that same angelic baby took a permanent marker to my velvety upholstered dining chairs. And the computer. I swear, he was just by me minutes before too. So after no school on Friday, my husband working Saturday, being snowed in on Sunday, no school Monday or Tuesday, then disasters Wednesday and Thursday....This Chicky's Cracked!