of mine... is very, very bad.
Just today, it has been responsible for opening the refrigerator at least 12, maybe 15 times to grab a
Maybe it can be redeemed by the fact that TODAY it has also wiped my dear 19-month-old's stinky bottom about 5 times, driven my eager 5 year old to kindergaten and back, applied shoe after shoe to foot after foot, built blocks, thrown balls with the sweetest 3 1/2 year old ever, emailed friends and family whom I would have otherwise not been in touch with, prepared a divine supper of spaghetti and garlic bread for my favorite 30 year old, and will soon flip through dvr for appx. 2 hours before it holds my head in it's favorite position as I drift into lah-lah land.
It is forgiven. After all, I can't be mad at it, when in fact, it will be the vehicle of the divine whipped goodness