I have piles of laundry, a houseguest (Hi, Mike!), a teething toddler (why did no one tell me that molars SUCK?) who so desperately wants to walk but just cannot get it together therefore spends his time standing up and promptly falling down, who also throws fits, complete with kicking, when it's time to leave the park for lunch, who has decided napping isn't on the day's agenda, and now I have a twitch in my left eye (AGAIN.).
My saving grace? This whole Saturday without baby or husband, spent leisurely browsing the antique market with my friend D and interspersing the day with a glass of wine. Saturday can't get here fast enough.