Stop Cavorting!!!!

My box-like maternity clothes make me look like a box. And my sweater is depositing linty-lintiness all over my brown pants.

And The Kid woke up at 5:00 am. Came downstairs after my shower and saw him standing completely naked in the kitchen (it is 5 degrees outside). The Old Man has been working long hours at night and was still sleeping. The Kid wanted to eat his oatmeal naked. I never thought I would have to say things like "You'll freeze your butt off if you eat your oatmeal naked!" I wrestled him into his clothes while the car was warming up and got out the door 10 minutes late.

This is one of those days where if I were a wolf I would have my teeth bared and pick up my young by the scruff of their necks and throw them back in the den. "Stop cavorting at 5:00 am. Enough with the cavorting!!"