OMG... where's my wine??!

Peter has been OFF THE CHAIN today.  (Like that 90's throwback???)

First, he toppled the Christmas tree.  As in, the entire tree went upside down after he blew by it.

Seriously... what the hell?

I had to call Cortney to help me stand it back up again.

After we recovered from that fun incident, I took the boys outside...

That would be Pete.  With his grocery cart.
At the top of the neighbor's mountainous driveway.
Man, he moves quick!

All that destruction and running-away-from-home effort left him famished.  Except when the time came for him to actually eat his food.  Nah... then he threw it.

After I cleaned up lunch, Pete came by, showed me one of the ornaments that had fallen off of the tree (I haven't put them all back on since I'd like to find a new home for it... clearly the kitchen has too much traffic.)  Just as I was trying to will him to give me the glass ornament, he threw it!

SONOFA...!

Ha ha ha...

And after that clean up, we ran over to Hope Mills Medical Center to get all of our flu shots.  But not before Pete kicked off his shoes, helped himself to about 100 "bites" of water (as he calls it) at the water fountain, and generally made a scene at the clinic!  I try my best to ignore him.  In a packed waiting room, surely there's some confusion about who he belongs to.... right??

It is 5:11pm.  The big boys have way too many friends over but they're quiet and they're upstairs, away from me.  I haven't heard from Chris for hours which means it's bound to be a late night (for both of us).  And so I did what any sane mother does.

I laid Pete in his crib for a "quick rest" and I poured myself a big glass of red wine!

That child is gonna be awake any minute and I need my own ammunition to deal with all the crazy.