In Livialand, standing under the dripping eaves, bathing in the frigid snow runoff, is fun. In Mommyland, it’s not.

In Livialand, smooshing your toes against Mommy’s chin during a diaper change is fun. In Mommyland, it’s not.

In Livialand, twirling like a ballerina while Mom’s trying to remove your shirt? Yup, it’s fun. In Mommyland? Totally. not. fun.

At this moment, in Mommyland, fun equals a toddler tucked in bed at naptime, a Heath bar counting it’s last moments on earth, and a bloggy internet full of good readin’.