Adam and Aaron are two and a half years old. Alexis is one and a half. You already know what I'm going to say. Yes, I had to eat my words and thoughts. My little angels don't really respect my possessions and there is no such thing as personal space for mothers.
Mothers are human jungle gyms for their children, it seems.
They think nothing of jumping on your back when you're stooping to wipe up the spilled grape juice from the oriental rug that you used to see red over when your husband tracked a speck of dirt from outside onto it. As for dropping food on the floor and couch, don't even get me started. I have even found mashed potatoes stuck to the glass door of the china cabinet. Picking up food from the floor and off furniture has become a not-so glamorous part of my life. Sometimes this threat worked but often we took the odds and continued to misbehave.