19 - The number of times Caleb has thrown a tantrum over something totally pointless, such as his pajamas being too long, or running out of wheat thins because that is the ONLY thing he wants to eat right now.
2 - The number of loads of laundry that I should be doing right now.
0 - The number of things I have gotten done today.
1 - Dishwasher full of dishes waiting to be put up.
1.5 - Sink-fuls of dishes (when you count the counter overflow around the sink) waiting to be placed in the dishwasher.
47 - The number of times per day that I thank God that I have a dishwasher.
162 - The number of toys on the floor.
5 - The hours of sleep I got last night
3 - The number of times Caleb woke up between 2 and 4am before I brought him to bed with me.
86 - The number of times I got kicked between 4 and 7am.
96 - The ‘feels like’ temperature outside, thus the reason we are inside.
22 - The number of times I have checked to make sure the doors are locked today (see explanation below).
2.5 - The number hour hours before my dad arrives, in which I need to get baths for both of us, clean the house, do the chores listed above and clean the bathroom.
15 - The number of times I have wanted to slam my head into the wall. This number is a rough estimate, and seeing as it is only 3:49pm, I predict that this number shall no less than double by bedtime.

Explanation of the “Are the doors locked?” obsession: Last night I was laying in bed trying to get to sleep. Around 1:15am, something caught my eye, a light on the wall. It looked bright enough to be a flashlight pretty close, and the angle it came in the window, there is no way it could have been headlights on the road. It had flashed a few times and disappeared, twice. So I stared out the window for a while, and saw nothing. I came back in here to ask Scott if he had been outside, and he had not. So I went back to bed. This morning I opened the blinds and looked at our dog. He was pawing at the air trying to catch the edge of his water bucket. Now I filled this water bucket yesterday while Caleb and I were outside playing. I watched him drink from it. I KNOW he could reach it. It is a huge metal washtub, and filled probably weighs well over 20 pounds, I think it is 7 gallons. It had been moved just out of his reach. Uphill. It was clear that someone had moved it. I asked Scott, and he looked at me like I was crazy. So both of us are a little weirded out now. We’re wondering if someone was in our yard in the middle of the night. Weird.

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