She’s done it again. Emma has once again made a mess in 30 seconds that took me 10 minutes to clean up. Emma went all Lucille Ball on my bronzer beads and crushed them into a fine rose colored powder in my bathtub. A special thanks to my girl Sadie for being Emma’s accomplice and not saying ONE word to warn me.

While I was waiting on the hubster to get home from work, I thought I could take a break from cooking dinner, sit down, have a drink and chat with my sister on the phone for FIVE FREAKING MINUTES. I was wrong.

Emma lovingly doused my sweet potatoes with an entire shaker of salt and hydrocortisone cream. Nouveau cuisine for sure.

Sadie had a check up this morning and my friend, Sara, watched Emma for me while we were gone. When I got back Emma was next door and needed to use the restroom, she went inside and when I didn’t see her for a few minutes I went in after her. Emma was dancing with Tristan, one of our very favorite boys in the whole world (and possibly Aubrey’s future husband). As I walked in the door, Tristan yelled, “PANTIES!” and threw Emma’s panties across the living room and into the kitchen.

I’m a little concerned about Emma…

I just walked into my garage to find Emma sitting “nekkid” on a step stool, with my deep-freezer door WIDE open, eating a Popsicle.

(Sigh.)