I need an insurance policy for my books. Can you do that? I have quite the collection and they're at the top of the list of things I'd save if there was a fire. Right below the kids. Hubby has to save himself.
The last two mornings I have come downstairs to find my books off the shelves and scattered across the floor. Some were slightly damp (drool), though most were unharmed. But I'm getting nervous. I'm thinking I should take out a policy for natural disaster.
Does a baby count as a natural disaster? 'Cause he is! He's upped his game. It's like he thought to himself one day, "Hmmm. Mom's already seen it all. I'll have to find something new." And he has proceeded to find more mischief than I thought possible for such a cute, little package.
He's drawn to toilet bowls like a bug to a zapper. They're irresistible. I mean, what's more fun than taking a refreshing splash in a kiddie-size, porcelain pool? And I'll be honest and say it hasn't always been fresh water. That's one thing with kids; they don't always remember to flush.
I can handle a lot of it - cell phones, markers, papers, pens, cupboards, dressers, purse, iPod, headphones, computer, CDs - just don't mess with my books. Seriously.
What's a mother to do?
Now, I gotta go. My three-year-old is brushing the baby's teeth.
