I am a stay-at-home mom. Truly, it's not the most glamourous job in the entire world. Gone are the days of wearing nice suits and doing the 8-5 thing at the hospital. Now, it's cleaning up cookie crumbs, kissing away boo-boo's, teaching colors and shapes, exploring the back yard for bugs and creepy crawlies, that sort of thing. So, as I always say, one of the most rewarding "jobs" I will ever, ever have.

With that said, we were up this morning about 6:30. Did the usual bottle, breakfast, snuggled, turned on "64 Zoo Lane" to keep him quiet for a bit, then it was time to play.

I left the kitchen for a moment (my first mistake) to get the morning paper from the front step. When I returned, my 14-mth-old son had managed to get past a child safety lock, into a cabinet and bust out a can of corn meal. He had proceeded to pop the lid off and spill 3/4 of the contents all over his face, in his hair, down his shirt and into his diaper.

He's crying because it's in his mouth and he's coughing it all up. I'm kicking myself for not having the camera close.

I go to rinse him off in the sink, pull the sprayer out and it breaks, water comes shooting out spraying me, him, the wall, the ceiling, everything in its path.

I finally got the baby cleaned up, the floor swept up, the walls and cabinets mopped down.

Then he sneezes and out comes the biggest corn meal booger I have ever seen ... provided I've actually seen one before.

And today is only half-way over.

I can't wait.