Yep, It's Monday Morning

Sometimes, Baby gets all sorts of worked up when he realizes he's hungry.  So, there's no way food settles in his stomach.  Usually, I give him an extra bonus ounce of food because I know some of it is coming back out.  This morning, the boy had perfect aim and missed the burp cloth so I got to clean the couch at dawn.   I thought I was safe an hour later when I placed him in his bed, but he saved it so I got to change the sheets on his bed, too.  At this point, it was time to get ready for work (or about ten minutes past time to get ready for work), and he just looks up at me and starts giggling.  Who can blame him?  I was in a state of undress, glasses askew, carrying a most unpleasant odor and running around like a crazy person.  I'd laugh at me, too.