Notes on Monday

Within one hour Oscar scorched a finger on the edge of a hot cookie sheet. Angus scalded his hand when he turned on the super hot water from the bathroom faucet. So. Many. Tears.

Within one week my glasses took the plunge into the pee filled child potty, and also my makeup bag ended up in the same place. Someone is so obviously not learning their lesson here, and I'm pretty sure it is me.
 * Note to self: Helen, go move the potty, pour it out promptly, and shut the lid. These actions will save you a lot of nasty trouble in the future.

Why on earth do I slave away over dinner. I should just boil you all some freaking hot dogs, cut 'em up, and let you stab at them with a toothpick.