When you are a mom to three children aged 5 and under, you spend a lot of your "free time" on the weekends doing things you wouldn't normally do.
Like, wiping poopy bottoms.
Making three different breakfastes.
Brushing Barbie hair.
Losing on purpose at Sponge Bob Squarepants Connect 4.
Prying crusty play-doh out of the play-doh ice cream maker thingy.
Putting on Buzz Lightyear costumes.
Taking off Buzz Lightyear costumes.
Watching Yo Gabba Gabba.
Denying marshmallow snacks.
And water-coloring ten million pictures.
I think I'm getting pretty good, though. Think I could sell any of these? For at least enough to pay for a babysitter?
Hmph. Although I guess all the great artists were unappreciated during their lifetimes.