Calgon, take me away!

Let's recreate 3:30 p.m. ~ I am sitting in my chair returning an e-mail and talking to Aunt Heidi on the phone. Gracie comes in to the living room with a bag of goldfish. I didn't really even notice. More chatting, more snack food. Now it is a bag of Chex Mix. I think "Hmmm?" but do not question. She is playing so nicely, which means momma can actually hold intelligent (sort of) conversation. Then comes in a box of Ritz Crackers. Now I know something is wrong. There is no way she could squeeze that little arm through the child locks to the very back of a deep cabinet. . . So, today is one small step towards independence, one giant leap towards total chaos! By the time the call ended I was looking at six snacks, 50 plus grocery sacks (why do I keep them?) and a variety of craft projects. Obviously, Gracie has learned how to manipulate the child proof door locks. Really, "child proof"? She is two years old. Maybe they should think about re-naming those little thingamajigs. The only people that have trouble unlatching them are the adults. If this was not enough to escalate my blood pressure, the dogs were barking at the door because the plumber had arrived, Gracie was smearing cheese on the coffee table, the doors kept slamming shut because the wind had picked up and the 13 year old "plumber son" was standing there looking at me with a smirk on his face that said "you are crazy, lady"! CALGON, TAKE ME AWAY!!! Oh yeah, I can't even retreat to a peaceful, relaxing bath because the plumber is not installing the tub until tomorrow! I know I sound ungrateful; truly, I am not. However, it is important to document the events that surround FINDING YOUR FIRST GREY HAIR! What a day. . .