I always feel like somebody's watching me

And I get no privacy...

So I was just typing up an e-mail to a friend, dum de dum dum, when all of a sudden I felt like I was being watched. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The very air around me seemed laden with malevolent portent.

I turned around to see if Rob was perhaps giving me the evil eye from the kitchen for not washing out my breakfast cereal bowl (I couldn't -- the sink was still filled with last night's cold slick-slimy dishwater, something that instinctively makes me throw my dishes down on to the counter and flee to the furthest room in the house and hide behind a large piece of furniture), but he wasn't there.

So I turned a bit further and looked behind me and what did I see but Milo in his floor rocker, suck suck sucking away on his soother, his eyes wide and staring at me.

The horror.

He's SUPPOSED to be sleeping. I only put him down for his nap fifteen minutes ago. I'd been planning to use his nap time to parent-proof the house in time for my mom and dad's arrival later this afternoon.

(They're going to babysit tonight while Rob and I go to some big Casino Night bash my office is throwing for its employees -- yep, we've been having a good year. It's going to be Rob's and my first night out ALONE since Milo was born. Yay! Sob! Angst! Yay!)

But now he's awake, and it doesn't look like he's about to go back to sleep any time soon. In fact, it looks like he's the one who's ready to party.

Sigh. If only I could figure out where his off-switch was located.

This is what Milo's SUPPOSED to look like right now. Alas, he does not. Off I go to feed and otherwise amuse him...