If you run into me, and I look like I haven't showered, it's because I can't. My kids can't survive the 10 minutes without supervision.
Last week Pierce wandered into the bathroom wearing his hockey skates (thank God for laminate flooring). I had to wrestle him down on the floor, pregnant, naked and freezing, to get them off.
Today he walked in wearing a brand new pair of Etnies. This wouldn't have been such a big deal, had they not been wrapped and under the Christmas tree.