Toddler Mayhem.

It had already been a very long day for Kate, the mother of two very active toddlers. She saw they were quietly watching t.v, calmly seated on the couch. "First peace I've had all day," she thought, and decided to take advantage of this opportunity to enjoy a few moments alone in the bathroom.
She was lingering over the paper when a god awful wail broke her peace. She bolted to the kitchen, stepping on the dog, who nearly attacked her in retaliation. Further down the hall, the cat tripped her up, and she received a long scratch down the side of her leg for her trouble. As she was almost to the kitchen, a piece of leggo drove itself hard and deep into the center of her foot. She wailed in agony. She rounded the corner into the kitchen, and was greeted by the sight of one of her kids, dangling precariously from a high shelf next to the oven, the chair laying overturned on the floor below

"Susie!!" She screached. "Hang on, I'll get you down." She picked up the child, and gently placed her on the ground. "I need to get out of here," she thought to herself. It was almost noon. "If I start now, I could have them ready sometime before dinner!' She busted a move. Coats, hats, mittens, boots. These kids were on their way to the park!

Two hours in the park, a ride on the carousel, a popcicle, and a juice later, they are on their way again. "Mommmy, I want to go to "Burger "n Belch" they both began chiming in unison. "They have an indoor playground!" She gives in, and takes them there. It is just easier that way.

Two hours at the Burger 'N Belch. There are falls in the play area, minor confrontations with other children, greasy fries, and two very messy ice cream cones. "At least they are busy," she thinks.

When they finally arrive home, it is 5pm, and time for her husband to get home from work. He comes in the door, and surveys the scene before him. It resembles a war zone. Toys are everywhere, laundry is piled, as yet unfolded, on top of the dining room table. The kitchen is no better. The breakfast dishes still sit in the sink, and a pile of newspapers and unopened mail grace the sticky counter top. "Honey," he says, as diplomaticaly as possible,"I don't want to be rude, but I have to wonder what the hell you do all day."

The kids enter the room. "Daddy, please can you take us somewhere? We haven't done anything all day!" She heads for the couch, to lay down. For some reason, she feels a headache coming on.