Well, my MIL is coming tonight and Z and I have taken to the task of miscellaneous getting ready and making the guest room sparkle. He has a "bucket" of cleaning supplies like rubber gloves, sponges, dust rags, and a water bottle. He's "helping". It's fun watching him help clean. Earlier he emptied the trash bag just so he could sweep everything into a pile then relocate the pile to the living room where he could sweep it up again. But man, sometimes he just cries and cries in a world class fit of baby melt down. It's some unknown frustration and it drives me friggin nuts! Seriously, kid, what's your problem? You want my dust rag instead of your dust rag even though it's the EXACT SAME THING? You found a quarter and now the world is going to end? A piece of invisible something stuck to your finger-hand-nose-foot? A solitary kitty hair is on your shirt? The lay lines not running parallel to your tantrum stopper??? Why, why, WHY are you having an apoplectic fit???
In other related randomness, I found a site of fantastic Thanksgiving printables that will surely be lots of fun.
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