I slept like crap last night. (too hot, too cold, couldn't wind down, blah, blah)

I woke up at 5:15 to the sound of HDHusband getting ready for early conference. He was making coffee and woke up HDToddler (yes, honey, you did) and HDT moaned and shifted around until 6:30.

At 6:30, I opened my bedroom door (oh-so-very-tired) to get said Toddler down the hall, and I was hit with the nastiest skunk smell ... ever. I think HDH let it in the house just to spray the hallway I was in. It still stinks. Little bastard.

Go pick up HDT from the crib (he insisted on sleeping in his new shoes last night). He has pee coming out of every end of the diaper, soaked through his pj bottoms, and is insistent that we gather up every Nemo he has or will see along the way to the kitchen.

Big Nemo (bigger than him).
Blankie.
Pacifier.
New Shoes.
And a Nemo cup on the floor.

I am still prying open my eyes, and he throw a fit because I am changing his diaper - and he wants "chair!" (to be in the chair and snuggle with mommy).

Hard life this kid has.

So, I've been up less than an hour. And I'm quite sure this day is going to be interesting. I believe it's a morning where we visit Mommy's store that sells Liquid Crack ... the coffee shop up the street.

Until later ...