Comic relief, just when I needed it

Every other Thursday, we have the cleaning girls come deep clean the house. Honestly, I have NO idea how the house gets as messy and dirty as it does in 2 week's time. It's rather annoying. I usually spend Wednesdays trying to pick up, but yesterday was such a busy day that I hardly got anything accomplished at home. Then I had my first big dinner disaster occur in the kitchen last night (tried to make a pizza, but made the dough too thin, so when I tried to transfer it to the hot pizza stone in the oven, it didn't work and became a big pile of slop - dough, sauce, cheese, toppings - a complete disaster!) ... so, I was so frustrated last night, that I ignored the kitchen and left it until morning, something I NEVER do. What a nightmare it was to find it all waiting for me this morning!

Anyway, I was busily running around this morning from room to room, trying to pick up all the crap that had accumulated (dirty clothes, toys, toys, and more toys), all while taking care of Reagan and Avery. At one point, I left Avery in my bathroom with a "snack-trap" filled with cereal. This would have been a good idea, had I placed something simple like Cheerios in it. Instead, I was stupid enough to put Crispix cereal in the snack cup. I've attached a picture of the Crispix box so you can get a visual of this type of cereal. While I was stripping the sheets off the beds, Avery had managed to pull out most of the Crispix from the snack trap, and then crawl all over them, smashing them into little pieces all over the floor, and into the bath mat. When I walked back into the bathroom, the floor was covered in tiny little pieces of cereal. As I tried to clean it up, Avery kept crawling on them, smashing them even more, then she was hanging on me because she was getting tired. Reagan was asking me for milk, over and over like a broken record, and I felt like I was going to scream. Instead, I had a hilarious dialogue with my toddler:

Amanda: This is when it's hard to be a mommy ...

Reagan: That's why you have to be a daddy!

I burst out laughing. It was exactly what I needed to hear, a little
comic relief when I was feeling frustrated. Then I tried to reason with her:

Amanda: But I'm a girl and daddies are boys, so I can't be a
daddy.

Reagan: (she paused, carefully thinking this through) Oh.
Yeah, that's right. Only boys can be daddies. Sorry mommy.

Here's a picture I took with my iPhone immediately following her comment ... she had just gotten dressed and we hadn't brushed her hair yet, but you can kind of see the mess of cereal on the floor.

Thank goodness for little girls :)