You know you're going cRaZy 

when...

Now, brace yourselves.   

So, there I was. Sitting on the ground amongst the plethora of toys that we have for Lois scattered all over the floor.   This is pretty normal (the toys all over the floor at the end of the day.)

Cue the not-so-normal:  Jason leaves the room to use the loo and when he comes back, I'm still sitting on the floor...

BUT...

(And this is a big but)

I am playing with my daughter's doll, singing, Frosty, the Snowman and moving it's legs in a corresponding rhythm.

Wow. I think I need to get out more.

And consequently, now my husband thinks I'm going loco - which entirely might be true.  He started petting my head and saying, "please don't go crazy."  

Too late, honey.  Too late.

Folks,  I'm pretty sure this is what a teething, cranky and non-sleeping baby will do to you.

Until my next crazy moment...

Oh, and I need to add - LOIS WAS IN BED.  Sleeping.

So, no.  I was not entertaining a child. :-)