The costs of sleeping in

This morning while completely paralyzed by the drug that is my soporific bed (crisp sheets, light cool breeze, fluffy cloud-esque duvet, and a dream world all too exotic), beautiful Lew:

1. took his poopy diaper off and smeared his poop everywhere

2. emptied an entire jug of milk all over the kitchen floor, that then leaked down into the basement and all over the clean laundry

3. chewed all my gum

4. got into my make-up bag and painted the bathroom.

And to think just yesterday I was remarking to myself how in love with him I am.

Having children was a very bad idea.