I went out on Saturday to get a massage.  A much, much, much needed
massage (thanks Mom & Dad!!).  It was a beautiful sunny day and
almost 70 degrees, so I ran a few errands afterwards.  I got home about
4pm.  When I walked in the door, I found Mike on the couch, holding a
passed out Raines on his chest.  Every toy Raines owns was strewn about
the living room, as well as 3-4 of his blankets, the Baby Bjorn and the
bounce chair.  The TV was on, tuned into the Food Network.  Mike was
unshaven, unshowered and still in his pajamas.  “Thank GOD your home”
he says. “I have to pee!” 

The job of “parent” is truly exhausting.