Our Little Wrecking Ball

As I look around my house today, I can't figure out what I accomplished. I was really, really busy today, but the same pile of papers that need to be filed are still in the same place, the laundry pile is still growing, and the pictures that I need to arrange on my walls are still piled in my front hall closet. These are all things that need to be taken care of soon, but none of them got any attention today.

Sure, I fed the kids, cleaned up after them, took them to the park, played beauty salon with Jenna, and argued with the insurance company over a claim that got denied. But, that is all pretty normal stuff. I really want to get PROJECTS done, and if any of you know me, you know that I have this ongoing mental list that never goes away and keeps nagging at me. Having children does not help the mental list.

Anyway, the point of this post is to tell you all a little bit about our little Abby. The only way I can think to describe her today is a wrecking ball. The reason I feel like I don't get much done is because I spend a lot of time picking up after her or cleaning her messes.

Just a few minutes ago, I was trying to fold a load of laundry (and I've learned to not do it on the floor, or else Abby knocks the piles down). In the five minutes that I was doing that, she was in her room getting into all sorts of trouble. She pulled almost half of the wipes out of the container, dumped all the socks out of her little basket, and got into her diaper pail and pulled out a nasty diaper. So, I brought her in the room with me, and she "helped" me do the laundry by throwing all the clothes that were in the dryer on the floor. She then proceeded to the bathroom--which is her favorite place. She loves the toilet paper roll. Specifically, she loves to either unravel the whole thing or pick at it until there are tiny pieces all over the floor. But to be honest, I am very willing to sacrifice a roll of toilet paper in order to fold a load of laundry.

Abby also loves the dishwasher. She climbs in and tries to hurl anything she can out--which can be danagerous. Last week, I was on the phone with someone for work and Abby got into the Cheerios and spilled them all over the floor. When I came back in the room, both girls were swimming in Cheerios, happily crushing them so that it would make for a more difficult cleanup.

Abby is a delightful, spirited, sweet little girl. However, she's at the age where she's curious about everything and is the more mischieveous of the two. I am always keeping my eye on her!

So when I think about what I do all day, I think about my little Abby and how busy she keeps me!