There's a pile of clear plastic cups lying all over my living room floor.
Some BBQ chicken pizza is on the menu for tonight's dinner.
Someone failed to take a nap after about 2 hours of earnestly trying. I found her in her crib with stuffed animals lining the railing. She was busy. No time for sleep.
Wild Kratts is on PBS and someone is singing, "baby shark, baby shark" while running around without pants on. (It's not me.)
We're counting down the minutes until daddy makes it home and this weekend begins.