I put the boys down for a nap. The girls and I head downstairs. They're playing princess. I hop on the treadmill with my ipod and my book. So, I can't hear anything. On a whim - gut instinct- I decide to run up quick and check.
My baby. MINE. THE TWERP. Has completely destroyed a dozen cupcakes. Completely. Not salvageable. So much for my rant of knowing where my kids are and what they're doing at all times. Eating words is bitter.
And. I made a special trip to the store with extra kids this morning to get this dumb cupcake stuff. For this dumb holiday. Husband?? ---I love you. And you don't need cupcakes to know that. But, I'll try again. Tomorrow.