the death of me

This morning while I was working Caelan sprayed half a bottle of 409 all over various parts of my kitchen.

Then she changed her clothes.

Then she peed her pants.

Then she changed her clothes.

Then she put a diaper and pajamas on.

Then she pooped in said diaper.

Cleaned her up. Clean panties and dress.

Then she found my craft scissors and proceeded to remove chunks of hair from her head.

Then I stripped her naked.

Hanna tried to fix the chop job.

Dress back on.

Decided to go to dinner with the family.

Caelan drank her chocolate milk, then Jim's coke, then Ainsley's lemonade, refused to eat her macaroni and cheese, then drank the ranch, and danced to the music coming from the bar.

Is she asleep yet?