Trifecta of Terror

Some days, you have to count your maternal losses.

And by losses, I mean admitting that it's a possibility that you might in all seriousness....lose your mind.  It is a protective defense mechanism where the self shuts down in order to prevent overheating.  Oh, you just made another enormous destructive mess?  *shrug*  Here, watch some more television.

Today is one of those days.  And I have to be careful saying that because it's only 11:20am and goodness knows we still have the bulk of the day left.  There is plenty of time for me to go completely DEFCON 1.

So today when I folded five loads of laundry onto my bed, and while carrying a neatly folded pile of clothing to Dave's room, he decided it would be awesome to jump and swim in them like autumn leaves, I was upset.  Certainly he knows better.  There was appropriate disciplinary action taken.

When he starting dragging the poor dog around by her collar like a sack of potatoes, there may have been some yelling.

In an effort to turn things around, we worked on some productive crafty things and fine motor tasks.  There was a snack, and all manner of motherly goodness.

And then after another series of events which I do not wish to recall, we arrived to the moment-- When the bathroom was beginning to flood due to hot water that was left running for an unknown amount of time while I was refolding laundry, and a container of vaseline was spread all over the wet counters, and the refrigerator was partially emptied and left open and a full glass of milk was dumped on the kitchen table...I waved it.

 

Dave has achieved the trifecta.  

The destructiveness of a 3 year old....

The speed and agility of a 4 year old....

....and the energy of a crack infused squirrel.