I think the cats are trying to kill me.

It's better than yesterday, though. Any day that starts with one kid pooping in the bathtub and ends with the other kid channeling his inner Joplin (Janis, not Scott) is a day I'm OK with saying goodbye to.

Good thing BK already had a well-baby visit scheduled for this morning. Too bad it's turned to a sick-baby visit. Monstro is the top dog around here today for 1) letting me sleep in and 2) taking Lex to school and BK to our favorite doctor. Thanks, honey.