Why do the twins feel the need to fill their diapers with toxic goo as soon as I put them down for a nap? Is it that the crib is so comforting to them? Or do they like to make me crazy? Crazy. I tell you.
Why do my kids REFUSE to put ANYTHING away? Is it a gene? Did I pass that gene on to them? Or can I blame Doug for that?
Where do all the baby socks go when I do the laundry? I have about a gazillion unmatched baby socks. I cannot find the matches to save my life.
Who created those annoying musical toys with no On/Off switch? They should be beaten about the head, or at least forced to listen to their obnoxious toy OVER AND OVER AGAIN like I have to.
Why isn't there a coffee IV yet?
When did my little girl grow up to be a big girl who can read anything you put in front of her?
What happens when you change the toxic baby goo? Babies finally nap. ahhh. You'd think I'd know enough to check the noise earlier than I do.
How can I have no chocolate in the house? How is that possible? I mean, there is a bag of lovely Ghiardelli chocolate chips and they're calling my name. How can I resist?
How can I get my house cleaned up without doing the work myself?
Where will I end this post? I could go on and on with these questions. Do you have any?