If you need me...

Well, so far today, my daughter has

• peed her pants,
  
• flooded the upstairs bathroom so thoroughly that my kitchen ceiling has a wet spot 5' long and 18" wide, and
  
• dumped half a canister of formula on the upstairs bathroom floor (after I cleaned up all the water.
  

In addition,

• my parents got on my case about my discipline of said child (I confined her to her room) and
  
• my husband criticized how little I've gotten done today (mind you, I've made a tortellini salad, fed Evie *and* Katie twice, run a load of wash, and vacuumed all the floors downstairs).
  

And just to cap it off, when Katie peed her pants, she also got *both Pink Kitties wet. I go to put them in the wash, the washer's full with John's wet laundry. Ok, I'll put it the dryer. The dryer is full of John's laundry. Ok, I'll take it out, the top of the dryer is full of John's stuff and there is no freaking laundry basket. Meanwhile, Katie is yelling, the baby is crying...

So, if you need me? I'll be on a greyhound to St. Louis under an alias.