I can't clean like this.

One foot on the bouncy chair, making it go. This make cleaning virtually impossible. Unless you call blogging about not being able to clean "cleaning."

We're having a decent sized Christmas party on Friday night for our friends, and our house looks like the setting for the latest apocalypse movie. (2012? Yeah, our living room was the backdrop.) I can't hold Abby cause that's pissing her off. The moby isn't an option. Apparently, sleep is SO 2 days ago.

But how can I get upset with a face like this?

So THAT's where I dropped it.

You know when you're eating something and food drops off your fork or something, and you KNOW it happened, but you can't find it?

Well I finally found it. Roasted garlic hummus in the folds of my daughter's neck last night. And even after I thought I got it all, I'm still finding (and smelling) it.

I think I just gave up my place in the running for mommy of the year.