Yesterday was insane. Gabriel was a non-stop spaz all day long. He didn't sit down at all and he didn't nap. Instead, it was go, go, go! I was on my feet with him for most of the day and had to get most of my four loads of laundry done after Rob got home from work. I was only able to get two loads washed and one load dried before he got home. I can't leave Gabriel for a minute, even for laundry, because he'll get into trouble (like squeezing through the railing and trying to run up into the loft).

By the time Rob got home from work, I was completely exhausted. I believe Rob said I looked like a "bag of smashed assholes". I can believe it. When he got home I worked on laundry, took a bathe so I could shave, Rob gave Gabriel his bath, and then we settled in and watched America's Next Top Model and Stylista.

By the time 9pm rolled around I was dizzy and could barely walk. Luckily, Gabriel went to bed early due to the fact that he didn't have a nap.

This morning, while I was getting ready, Rob and Gabriel were watching TV. There was an ad for a motorized car called the Hurricane. Gabriel then started laughing and dancing around saying "chicken hurricane". He is so weird sometimes.

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