So, what do you do when your adorable, precious, angelic little wonder boy spends the day requesting food be shoveled into his mouth at an abnormal rate, pooping every few hours, digging said poop out of his diaper by the handful, pulling all your worldly objects from every shelf and drawer in the house and strewing them about the floor while dismantling half of them, insisting on using grunts, whines, and cries instead of his 'gentle words', regularly throwing tantrums for no (or sufficient) reason, turning the cat's scratching post into a stool, turning the cat into a pillow (evidently requiring to be fluffed aggressively), and turning you into a twitching bundle of nerves?

Add to this a husband who works half the day, then comes home and sleeps. Throw in a few minutes of me trying unsuccessfully to wake him at the requested time, add a dash of toddler jumping on the bed, and a generous pinch of husband yelling at said toddler to leave him alone. Cool, ice with husband pushing toddler out the bedroom door and closing it behind him. Garnish with me left alone to wrangle the toddler alone (once again) for the rest of the evening. You may want to utilize toothpicks to hold the layers together because this is one h*ll of an unholy sloppy mess.

Also, there is an unhealthy amount of cat tail pulling going on around here.

Can you tell what recipe this is for?

Yes, you got it. *pat pat*.

Notice how quickly "adorable, precious, angelic little wonder boy" turns into "the toddler".