boy, we made such a mess together

I'm a mess. No, really. I am.

On the second day in a row that I tie my unwashed hair up into a tight, hopefully unnoticeable bun, I start to realize that my appearance quality is on the fritz. Normally I just apply extra mascara and hope no one will notice until I can take a shower that night and try to salvage what little pride I have left. Well, today is the third day in a row that I've tied my unwashed hair up into a tight bun and so I'm fairly certain it's not only noticeable but I've been moved from "frazzled mother" to "slovenly mess." And, let's be honest, it's more than the bun. Yesterday Ethan and I got into the holiday spirit through fingerpainting and Halloween crafts. When the paper was out, he painted my foot. The paint is still there, folks. I noticed it today in Target when I looked down and saw orange and green paint inside my flip-flops. Then there was the fact that today I woke Ethan up to make a mad rush to a party that wasn't even today. I knew it wasn't today. I had it written down on my calendar for the correct day. Somehow I woke up with it in my head that the party was today and so I schlepped my poor kid awake from his nap, drove thirty-five minutes only to peer down at the invitation and realize that, no, the party wasn't even today. Did I mention that as I was dressing Ethan for this non-party, he decided to urinate all over me, from my neck down to my bellybutton? I didn't even realize what was going on at first, just that my shirt began to feel warm and then I heard the sound of streaming water. Yes. I am a mess.

I sensed that this point would come, what with my husband's crazy work hours and the fact that while he's working around the clock our house has become a slip-and-slide. Leaky refrigerator? I'm sliding across the kitchen floor. Ripped trashbag? Nothing like sliding across stinky mystery liquid. Applesauce that Ethan squirted from a pouch onto the tile? Don't worry, I caught my fall. Piece of paper Ethan strategically placed at the foot of the couch? There I go! It's a wonder neither of us have completely cracked our heads open during our frantic time of chaos and missing daddy. So naturally when faced with a laundry pile that just won't quit, a toddler who has gotten his hand stuck in the cat drinking fountain and cat pee on your shoes, we did the only feasible thing left to do. Yeah. Ethan and I acquired some frogs.

They were cute and they made Ethan and I smile after I made him drive to a party that I knew wasn't today. (What was I thinking? And why can't I read my calendar or the invitation? Sleep deprivation? Can I go with that one?) Meet Seymour and Meyer. Seymour is the shy one who hides behind rocks and Meyer is the one who seems to spend most of his time doing water aerobics. They're as tiny as a pinky nail and have made their new home in Ethan's bedroom.

I've realized that Tilly And The Wall dance parties with a chunky toddler boy who can spin like a top and bounce up and down like a dancing superstar? They cure everything. (As would a warm bubblebath, I'd imagine. One can only dream!)

And since I mentioned Halloween crafts, check out my little Mozart's works of art:

We also used Kaitlyn from Wifessionals Oreo Pumpkin Mini-Cheesecakes recipe to create these fun spider muffin tin cheesecakes. Kaitlyn's looked cool. Ours looked up about on par with our culinary (lack of) ability. Ethan had fun putting on the chocolate chips and sticking in the legs. I won't lie, I had fun sampling.