Please Do Not Go

"The Mamarazzi"

For the past week my adoring fan has made it quite known that she does not like it when I leave without her by my side.

Long gone are those precious months of escaping to the laundry room to steal some alone time folding clothes and the sweet, sweet luxury of going to the bathroom by myself.

Without fail when in the laundry area she goes right to the cat's bowl and dumps it all over causing a flood and more laundry for me to do. I finally got smart and now place her in a high- sided basket with some books for her to obliterate.

Now "the book" suggests keeping a basket of toys in every room as to help distract the little one from getting into the possible dangers that lurk around them.

What "the book" doesn't know is that my teeny weenie downstairs bathroom barely has extra room for a baby.......let alone room for a basket of toys.

So one day I'm scourging around the cabinet while sitting on the toilet( I'm talented that way) desperate to find something to distract Ruby before she tries climbing up my leg and breaking my concentration.




Meet Daddy(super plus), Mommy(super), Sis(regular), and Baby(lites).

All along I had a basket of "dolls" in my cabinet and I didn't even know it!

Now the only thing missing is....... Aunt Flo.