Random stuff because there's never time anymore to write a fully cohesive post

Not that that's an excuse, because my posts have never been all that cohesive anyway. We'll go at this bullet-style so if my brain farts or a child wakes up and interrupts me, at least it won't be in the middle of a paragraph.

• I just sat on the couch for quite a while feeding Molly and thought that I smelled urine and feces. Surely it's only a figment of my imagination though because there are newly-stuffed, clean diapers folded next to me. Until I notice the two diapers I changed right after lunch. Fully loaded.
• I thought I was doing great, making a solo commissary run with the two kids today before the lunch rush hit. That is, until I got home and noticed that I had soaked through my shirt due to Molly's crying. (FAIL)
• I finally bought the fabric and cut out all of my squares (rectangles, octagons, whatever- it got crazy there at the end and I just wanted to be done) for my cloth wipes. Now I must sew around the edges so it doesn't fray into oblivion (warns the fabric lady). For someone who knows NOTHING about sewing, I am a little petrified at how much of my "free time" (AHAHAHAHA) that this will take up.

• The fabric lady also insinuated that I was pregnant with my first child. (Why else would I be looney enough to do cloth wipes?) She *almost* got punched in the face. But she was holding scissors, so I thought it safer to just smile, CORRECT HER, and walk away.
• I always feel like I'm drowning. Whether it's in dishes, laundry, diapers, or dump trucks. I swear, the amount of dump trucks we've accumulated around here could staff a highway crew repaving I-95.

• Molly woke up at 6am today. Since Steve wouldn't be home to help with the morning routine, I thought it best to get her downstairs and settled before Sam woke up. Normally I would attempt to go back to sleep with her in hopes that Sam would sleep til 8 or 830. (He never does.) But I was proactive today! And Sam slept til 9. Obviously.
• I went to the post-wide yard sale on Saturday morning. Alone. It was heavenly, despite the initial downpour. I found some books for Sam, dump trucks (of course) for outside, and some Christmas decorations. Because like I said before, I am proactive. I also spent $3 on this magic. Look who's gonna be doing chores for me as soon as he can plug in the real vacuum himself?

• I finally got Molly's birth announcements addressed and mailed. This took forty-six times longer than it usually does and it really stressed me out.
• Also, the only postcard stamps the post office sells are these ugly Hawaiian Tshirt stamps that say "Aloha." As the post office employee was selling them to me, he said, "Wow these sure are ugly." I KNOW. And I have to put them on my daughter's adorable BIRTH ANNOUNCEMENTS. Can I get a discount based on how unattractive they are?
• Miss Chumba Wumba is almost out of size 3mo clothes!?! And I'm fairly certain that I'm serving up the same milkshakes to her that I did to Sam, yet, he never had a roll to speak of (and not just because of the gluten content). She must have inherited her "Hang Onto All The Fat" gene from me.

• While sitting in the car the other day waiting for Steve to come retrieve his lunch, I checked email on my phone. While I normally just delete the emails from Babycenter about toddler milestones (they really just piss me off since my 19mo is "supposed" to be tying his shoes and speaking French by now), I opened it up and read it. "Dangerous Foods for Toddlers." Interesting. I'll read it. "Do not give toddlers pretzels as they are a choking hazard. Do not give toddlers raisins as they are small enough to get lodged in their throats and create a choking hazard. Do not give toddlers snacks while in the car, because if they start choking, you will not be able to assist your child since you're driving." Well crap. My kid's sitting pretty back there with his super-spillproof cup, munching on raisins and pretzels. Quick. Someone call CPS.
• We got a deep freezer. I'd open-mouth kiss it if that sort of thing (you know, making out with appliances) wasn't frowned upon.
• Why is it physically impossible for two children to nap at the same time? And on a related note, when do they begin to understand the phrase "Just wait ONE MORE MINUTE"??

Alas, Molly has pooped up her back (again) and Sam is up from his nap, beckoning me upstairs to retrieve his (most likely) stinky butt from the crib, so I guess that's my cue to skedaddle.