Whatta ya know there's so much to be done. . .

I've been trying to understand why I have suddenly become the human jungle gym of my home. Perhaps it's time for "lone time with mommy." Then maybe they'll stop fighting to be the one sitting closest to or on top of me? Maybe all those bills will pay themselves, and the laundary will take care of itself, and the bathroom, living room, kitchen and bedrooms will clean themselves and the toys will magically get picked up on their own; kids will bathe and dress and feed themselves and put themselves to bed. . . ahh wishful thinking. Maybe Gavin shoving the keyboard onto the floor and ripping the paper out of the printer or unplugging the computer is a big enough hint. . .