Do you ever:

• look around you & wonder when exactly you lost the battle against the rising tide of baby crap that has become your living room?
• toss something in the diaper genie & accidentally get a whiff of 3 day-old diaper stank that pretty much makes you want to vomit?
• decide you're going to change out of pajamas, only to lose your incentive & end up in pajama pants anyways?
• let your kids hang out in jammies all day bc the thought of wrestling them into real clothes makes you want to hide?
• help your kids make a tremendous mess, just bc it makes them laugh?
• willingly sacrifice pots, pans, spoons & boxes to the cause that is entertaining a baby?
• clean baby vomit out of your bra so often that it loses it's novelty?
• read the same book so many times that you've not only memorized it, but made it into a song, complete with hand gestures?
• worn pants/underwear/socks/etc on all the wrong body parts in an attempt to elicit a laugh from a cranky kid?
• forget dishes/laundry/dinner bc you're so wrapped up in the perfect little monsters who've taken over your home/life/heart?

yeah.... me too. :)