This week my babysitter Kim was out of town, as I mentioned in my previous post.

I started off the week thinking, oh, this is so great spending all this time with the kids. At the end of a week and a half of it, I'm thinking childlessness sounds pretty good. Yeesh.

I do OK when I can just let go of everything, but the thing is...I can't. I can't just let my customers wait forever for returned phone calls and orders shipping out. I can't let the house become a complete wreck, although it's constantly threatening to become that even WITH Beh here MWF.

So I race around trying to cram stuff in and slightly panicking at the thought of how far behind I've gotten, and then I start snapping at the kids and they get snappy and high-need right back and there you go.

While I am desperately trying to achieve the smallest task, Adrian runs around wreaking complete havoc. He deconstructs everything he touches. Pulls all the Tupperware out onto the floor of the kitchen. Turns trash cans upside down. Tears apart new disposable diapers. And while I am kept busy cleaning up the trail of destruction, he is meanwhile standing on top of a wobbly chair near some sharp points of furniture, waving his arms in the air. I just get EXHAUSTED.

It's like some ridiculous farce at times...this whole Buster Keaton act of Adrian's. I look away for a second (oh say, to deal with the whiny demands of a certain 4yo), look back and Adrian's dangling from the face of a clock 12 stories up above a busy city street. Not really, but almost.