A day (or two) in the life of...

In the last 48 hours I

- got my arm stuck in the diaper bin (up to the elbow)
- poured myself a drink only to remember right afterwards that I had already done the same thing less than 2 minutes before
- removed Pontus' bib when he started to suck on the label, fearing that his tomato-coloured spit would leave a stain on his shirt, went to get a new bib and returned to find that he had used those seconds to wipe his whole face on his clothes
- attempted to stomp a sparrow to death on Medborgarplatsen because I thought it was a rat/mouse hopping towards me (We all know rats and mice like to skip, don't we? It's what they do!)
- tried to make Pontus fall asleep, dozed off myself instead and woke up to find out that he had miraculously learned how to sit up by himself
- wondered why my friend kept talking about wanting to become a regissör (director) only to find out (much) later that she had been saying "researcher" the whole time
- poured ketchup into Pontus' lunch and ate it and his fruit snack because I didn't feel that he was as hungry as me
- screamed when the toasted bread popped out of the toaster because it scared me
- realized that we had been using the diaper bin without a trash bag in it
- knocked over the bowl with Pontus' breakfast
- put on my only clean pair of jeans to go out and left the house less than 5 minutes later with huge wet stains on them because Pontus decided to pee on me
- found myself sitting on the toilet, watching in horror as Pontus started to pull the drying rack that was leaning against the wall towards him
- took a nap with my head resting on my keyboard
- got the wrong dressing on my Subway sandwich and agreed to let them scrape it off
and
- washed my clothes together with a paper towel