9:00 a.m.

It's 9:00 a.m. and my wonderful daddy knocked on the door with a venti non-fat mocha for me and already it's helping. I'm starting to feel a little frazzled because of technical difficulties -- which just can't happen this early on! My husband is hard at work on my laptop as we speak to hopefully fix the glitch all the while Ethan is hard at work tearing apart our home office from the ground up. All of the paper successfully pulled from the printer and shredded across the floor? Check!

Any How I Met Your Mother fans out there? Remember Marshall's game of "Drunk Or Kid?" I feel like I play that every day in my own head, but instead it's "Baby Or Cat?" This one is definitely baby -- caught red-handed. Yesterday's discovery of toilet paper rolls unraveled all over the living room -- well, the verdict is still out on that one.