It seems as though the "terrible two's" have struck early in our house! This morning was going good, Elliot let me sleep in, then we cuddled, and I got him some milk. Then I had to email a client about some photos. That's when all hell broke loose! Five minutes, tops! That's all the time it takes for an 18 month old to destroy your home. In five minutes Elliot took out every single DVD that he could get to off the DVD rack, he threw an entire brand new roll of toilet paper into the toilet that I had to fish out (however much to my satisfaction the toilet had been flushed, thank God), and decided that mommy's cell phone needed a bath. . . in the dog water. 
So after fishing out the roll of sopping wet toilet paper and letting it dry out a little in the bathtub, picking up all of the DVDs, and (excuse the coarse language but this term fits so nicely here) freaking shit to get my cell case off, battery popped out, and stick my cell under the blow dryer (then the vacuum to suck out any remaining water), I had a minute to think:
If terrible two's hit at 18 months, I'm terrified to know what's coming next!I am, however, extremely excited that my phone still works, that Elliot didn't decide to try and flush the toilet, and that none of the DVDs were out of their cases. So if I think about it that way, life is good! And after being super frustrated about this a few hours ago, I can now laugh at my little Tasmanian Devil.
Sometimes, it's not as bad as we think : )
