Happy Mother's Day to … aww who am I kidding. I'm probably the only mother on this thing. Go wish your mother/ mother-figures a Happy Mother's Day. Go on, this will still be here when you get back.

Okay done?

Then on to the story.

Angel is 12-18 months old in this. Don't think too hard. Your brain may implode. Inspired by the Simpson's episode "A Street Car Named Marge."

It would also help if you hum the theme song to "Mission: Impossible" in your head as you read this. I know I did.

I did mention I'm not all there, right?

I don't own this franchise.

"Nappy time." Beverly announced to her little wiggly bundle. She closed the book she had been reading to him and dropped it onto the floor next to her. Angel gurgled through his pacifier. Beverly hoisted the little one to the crib from the rocking chair that she had been sitting in. Laying him down gently, she firmly pulled the pacifier from his mouth and placed in on the high shelf opposite the crib underneath the dresser.

"Time for sleepies. No more binky." She told her son gently.

Angel stuck out his lower lip which made him look sulky. But he offered no other protest.

"That's mommy's good little boy." Beverly leaned over and kissed the top of his head. She placed a blanket over him.

"Have a good nappy."

She shut off the lights and closed the door behind her.

Angel's eyes remained closed until Beverly's footsteps faded away. After a few seconds, Angel opened one eye, then the other. He lifted his head and looked to the door. Nothing. He rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself up. Dragging himself to the bars of the crib, he managed to pull himself onto his feet. He squinted. He can see the pacifier but it was out of his reach. He let go of the bars and fell on his bottom. He crossed his arms and frowned. How was he going to get that pacifier back? He guessed he can cry until mommy gives it to him but that usually doesn't work with mommy… now daddy on the other hand would immediately shove the pacifier into his mouth. The problem was that daddy was not the one watching him.

So what to do?

He looked in his crib. He had his blanket, Osito (his overstuffed teddy bear), and an oval teething ring.

Hmmm…

Angel put the teething ring in his mouth. He threw his teddy over the side of the bars and looked to see where it landed. He then threw his blanket around his neck like a scarf. Gripping the bars he pulled himself up. Then using moves a gymnast would be proud he pulled himself up on the bars to the top of the railing. When he reached the top he did a chin up so that his body teetered precariously over the edge. Looking down to make sure his bear was where he had dropped it earlier, he flipped over the railing and landed on his bear. He rolled off the bear and crawled to the location of the shelf that contained his pacifier. A dresser was directly underneath the shelf.

Angel pulled the bottom drawer out. He climbed onto it. Then he proceeded to pull the next one out and climbed on top of that. He repeated the process one more time so that he can reach the top of the dresser. He reached to the touch the top but his hand unfortunately landed on the decorative doily, He slipped and almost fell off the dresser but at the last moment managed to grip the edge of the top drawer. Unluckily, the objects on the doily flew to the ground causing a loud thud to echo throughout his small room. Quickly pulling himself onto the top of the drawer he waited to see if the noise had alerted his mother. Footsteps were heard out in the hallway and he could see her shadow through the crack in the bottom of the door. He held his breath but the shadow moved on. Angel took a deep breath. He looked up at the shelf directly above him. Luckily, as part of the shelving unit there were little hooks underneath the shelf for hanging clothes, towels or other such items. He tied the corner of his blanket to the round teething ring and threw it at one of the hooks. It missed. Not to be deterred, he tried again. And again. And again.

After the fifth try the teething ring slipped over the hook. Angel gave a tug. It firmly held. He climbed up his blanket. Reaching the top he put his hand to where his binky should be. Eureka! He triumphantly held the binky up before inserting it into his mouth. But as fate would have it, the hook started to pull from the shelf because of the weight. Angel immediately slid down the blanket but before he could reach the top of the dresser the hook snapped. Angel fell the last few inches, bounced off the top and into the first drawer. The force of the fall dislodged the top drawer so that it slid off its sliders. The drawer cascaded down the other open drawers so that it landed on its side. Angel tumbled out of the drawer. The drawer tottered back and forth. Angel looked up to see that the drawer was going to fall on top of him. Thinking fast he rolled out of the way. The drawer came down with a crash.

That's when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Angel crawled as fast as he can over to his crib. He could here the footsteps getting closer. Angel used his bear to reach the bars of the crib and shimmied up them to the top railing. He could hear his door knob rattling. He flipped over the railing and onto his mattress just as the door to his room opened.

Beverly gasped at the mess in the room. Her eyes flew to the crib but Angel was curled up softly snoring. Beverly carefully walked in to survey the damage. She saw the room littered with clothes the dresser drawers were opened with one of them tipped upside down in the middle of the room. One of the hooks on the shelf had broken off and was on the floor with a teething ring still attached to it.

What in the world…? Beverly wondered to herself. She glanced at the baby fast asleep in the crib, then at the mess. She shook her head. It can't be. She softly closed the door. She didn't want to wake the baby. She'll clean up the mess later. Meanwhile Angel opened one eye to make sure mommy was gone. Then he furtively pulled out his binky and stuck it in his mouth. He happily suckled it and drifted off to sleep.

Thank you Guests for reading. I'm glad you like these. I often want to stop writing because of all the time it takes but I guess if you are willing to read, I'll continue to try to write.

Things I ponder as a mother:

1)Why does my kids' bathroom always smell like pee? I cleaned it from top to bottom yet I can't get the smell out. I've even washed the shower curtains and disinfected everything yet the smell is still there... Why?

2) Why does everything I give my kids come back sticky? I mean I make them wash their hands before I give them my phone, pencil, ipad, etc. yet it always come back covered in grease.

3) Why do my kids need to sit in the exact same spot at the same time? I have a couch, a loveseat, and an arm chair plus various other possible places for them to plant their keister on but no... they have to fight over one spot which changes from day to day.

4) Why do my kids want to play with the exact same thing that their sibling is currently playing with? Doesn't matter that they had no interest literally 3 seconds ago but the second their sibling touches said play thing... he/she suddenly NEEDS that play thing NOW!

5) Why do my kids suddenly remember that they promised their teacher I would bake cupcakes for the class party the next day right before bedtime? And why do I then stay up late to bake and frost these stupid things?

Finally, I ponder if all these whys need an answer. Because the only thing I know for sure is that these are my kids and I love them... despite the fact that they are prematurely graying me.