I'm skeered

In five hours, Peanut has changed his pants four times. The bathroom reeks of honey scented air freshener. The shower curtain is slightly askew.

As a mother, I should investigate.

As a person with a strong gag reflex, I'm going to pretend I didn't notice anything wrong and wait for D. to get home from his business trip.

I'm sure that whatever's waiting for me in that bathroom will keep until tomorrow.

You know you're not getting enough sleep

When you yell at your son, for the hundredth time, to please, please, PLEASE put some pants on, and then for some reason you look down, and you realize that you, in fact, are not actually wearing any pants either, and you're not quite sure when or why you took them off, or where you put them, you know you're not getting enough sleep.