That's right, Elmo is our new babysitter....

.......along with a little mouse I like to call Mickey, and our little Handy guy, Manny. And I'm not ashamed to admit it. Okay, I admit, I do write this post with a little bit of guilt. But OMG how does anyone get anything DONE without it? Like unpacking? Or cooking dinner with two cranky children running rampant around our house? Or sleep? Dear god, I was not meant to wake up at six in the morning. So, I admit, in "desperate" times, I call on our 'nannies'. And they never dissapoint. Always quick to come in and save the day, they can turn a crying child right into a happy, dancing one. Lately, however, we have been relying on them a little more than usual. BabyDaddy broke his collar bone in a night of drinking (....so you're telling me that not only do you get to go out and drink while I stay home with the kiddies, but you come home with an injury that renders you useless in the few things that you do help with? Like trash-taking-out, a few diapers here and there...hmmm, doesn't sound fair!Although I do joke that he is an attention hog. Had major surgery giving birth to baby girl...he got food poisoning the same day. Get knocked up with third child? He breaks a bone. He breaks a tiny little bone, I create an entire skeleton in my belly. Buck up BD, buck up!). Between that, my first trimester awesomeness that is life right now, and him working NONstop this past week, our house is a wreck, I just found ants in our kitchen, and our children now love a furry, little red puppet more than they do us. It's Elmos World...I'm just living in it!