2. When you debate with yourself for three weeks about whether you should throw away a decrepit, torn and re-taped repeatedly paper snowman, for fear of the explanation that will be required should someone suddenly remember how much they loved it and wonder where it is.
3. When you feel like a rock star because you managed to put on earrings one morning.
4. When you burst in to tears because all you want to do is make your own bed, like a normal grown-up, and you failed at the last three attempts.
5. When you open a dinosaur backpack and find your missing can opener.
6. When your primary set of car/house/etc. keys go missing for more than 2 months, and you're sure you left them somewhere public and they're gone for good until the not-yet-two year old starts playing in your nightstand drawers and deposits them on the rug outside the bathroom. [That one, let me tell you, made my week! I tried to let it go but it bugged the heck out of me thinking that my keys could be anywhere in anyone's hands.]
They look so innocent,
but...
they're not:
(At least, not always. I love these little people like crazy!)