Messes of mass destruction...

At this point, I'm almost a little impressed at Colin's ability to sniff out messes of mass destruction.  He has a serious gift for it. 

A couple nights ago he found my toothpaste while I was making dinner and he smeared it all over my newly washed bedding. (Refer to a week of messes for that story.)

Yesterday morning he found the costco-sized jar of coconut oil in the pantry and dumped the whole thing out on the floor...  Are you kidding me, kid?!  I just... I can't... daflkjhadsfhwqepoiuhrdkjf!  That one nearly destroyed me.  I don't cuss, but if I did, the profanities would have been flying that morning.

Other honorable mentions in the mess department include:
Pooping on the floor... (face/palm)
Dumping a whole bag of cocoa puffs onto my bed and crushing them into powder (I was doing dishes for that one)
Empying various water cups out onto the floor in order to splash in them
Dumping a full bowl of rice out onto the table and then flinging the mess in all directions
Ripping off his diaper and peeing on the floor at least four times
Dumping out a whole jar of vitamin c capsules
Emptying a whole shelf of books that I had just organized
Emptying the shoe cubby we had just organized.

I'm pooped.  The fact that the hubby is gone for most of the week is just compounding the stress and fatigue I'm feeling.  My hair is having a mass exodus from my scalp right now, too, so that's fun.

There is only one bright side of Will working so hard and that is being able to pay all of our bills on time and having some left over to take care of the extras we've been holding off on (oil change, fixing a cracked ipad screen, new pants for Will since his are all worn out, etc.) The extra money is nice... but no amount of money can replace my hubby's presence in our family.  We all miss him.  Skyla cried herself to sleep the other night because, "I just miss Daddy so much!" It about broke my heart.

I will continue to soldier on, however reluctantly.

Until next time,
Rachelle