…is every critically-in-need-of-groceries day a rainy day?

…do my babies love love LOVE to eat paper? Or better yet…

…where did the other half of this toilet paper tube go?

…is my one-year-old acting more like a 2-year-old, and rejecting the bite of waffle I hand him, in favor of the much larger piece in my hand, and insists on doing the most impossible things himself?

…did my one-year-old sneak off with my phone, leaving me to wander the house with the house phone on re-dial, while leaning my ear into every 2-foot-high crevasse, listening desperately for the faintest ring, ultimately digging for my phone-bone through a shoe bin in my closet after spying a telling glow on the side of the bin?

..is my one-year-old’s face so bruised up? Or more importantly…

…why did my 2-year-old feel so adamant about helping his baby brother learn how to crawl down the stairs?

…do I drink way more coffee than I intend, simply because I adore that Ian knows how to make it?

…are my feet being bathed in a tidal wave of almond milk, while trying to wipe smooshed hashbrown off of the floor? Or better yet…

…why is playing the wounded weenie card a perfect excuse to try to drink one’s almond milk with no hands? Or better yet…

…why is my nude 4 y/o yelping and holding his special parts, while a clothespin lies suspiciously nearby?

I very well may never know.