This truly is a glamorous life I lead.

For example, I had 2 major victories today in the domestic goddess department. First, I figured out how to get the straps off of Micah's high chair so that I could wash 2 years worth of crust out of them. You might think this is minor. If so, then you have never witnessed the magnitude of crust that can accumulate on anything a toddler routinely touches. Especially one that eats like Micah!

Secondly, I actually finished all of the laundry today. Finished. As in all washed, all dryed, all folded and all put away. Even the hang up stuff! Every article of clothing except for what we were wearing! I even washed tennis shoes and a jacket, all of the detached high chair paraphernalia and every one of the towels in this house. In fact, I didn't know we had that many towels. (Does anyone else feel like they are always scrounging for a towel in the morning? Many a day, I have settled for a damp pink one that Katie had used the night before.) Problem was, there was some serious jamming going on to get all of the towels in the cabinet. Maybe I should have left some in the dirty clothes hamper, but that would have made this only a minor laundry victory.

The trade-off for these feats of domestic splendor was in the loss of some drywall. Let me explain. Micah is a little Houdini. He has mastered almost every baby-type lock, including the door knob covers. So in order to let him out of my sight, he has to be either strapped in his high chair (via the formerly crusty straps) or thoroughly gated in. I have a tension mounted gate that stretches across the hallway to keep him out of the bedrooms and I was determined to do that today. I had to tighten the tension rods repeatedly because he kept busting through them. I finally got them so tight that I had to leave the thing up all day, leaping over it even while he was asleep, because I couldn't get it off. Rick finally managed to get it off, along with a chunk of drywall on each side of my newly painted hallway. Bummer.

BUT, refer back to my 2 major domestic victories. Don't "they" say something like 'victory demands sacrifice'?

On a totally separate note, I have to jot down a very happy mom moment for the sake of posterity. Katie has not been the most fun kid these days. She has a pretty sassy mouth on her (shocker, huh) and she is extremely moody (another big shock). But yesterday, we were at a Daisy Scout meeting at Moe's (southwest restaurant). Moe's was voted as the troop's favorite restaurant and they graciously agreed to let us come eat as much chips and queso as we could pack down them. Anyway, the TV was on and there was coverage of a fire and explosion somewhere. Katie (my TV junkie - no surprise there) spotted it and drew the attention of all the girls to the TV. Then she said, "We need to pray for the people in that fire. Everyone hold hands." She then proceeded to tell the girl next to her to offer the prayer, which she did. Incidentally, it was a rather lengthy prayer, although very sweet, and Katie couldn't make it all the way through without dipping a chip - the sneaky dipping of the chip was rather comical. But I was just so proud of her tender heart! If only all of us had such an immediate inclination to pray in the face of tragedy!

It is a glamorous life! All I am lacking is an extremely large pair of dark sunglasses and then everyone would know how glamorous it is!