My Pysch Degree

  Marie and I were rehearsing our musical today while doing our, non-work day, daily routine. The latest piece consisted of us dancing around each other in the kitchen like two baboontas in a mad panic, trying to get through the morning and get out of the house without having to return to a pile of dirty dishes, bottles and pump parts. The lyrics for the piece sketched out to something like this

Me: All I do is make the food
        and wash the dishes
        over and over and over and over and over and over again.
Marie: All I do is make the milk
            and clean up messes and clean up messes and clean up messes and...got it? Good.
  It's wild, it feels like what insanity must feel like. It's like a field trip to insanityville, but i'm just visiting. It's interesting to the point of qualifying as a degree program in Psych, to watch toddlers develop and go through phases as they try to figure it all out. Right now they are going through OCD phase, so when I give one of them milk in a blue cup with a red lid and yellow straw, they cry out, "No I want my milk in a geen cup with a yayo straw and a boo lid!" And guess what, dammit I get my ass in gear and do it before the bigger meltdown comes. They are starting to get it, but wow! What a process!