Except a really helpful 18 month-old is, actually, a giant pain in the ass.
No offense, kiddo.
But I rarely have 19 minutes or so
to change a trash bag.
I cannot even open a cabinet in the kitchen without him tripping all over himself to pull up a chair so he can rest his fat little elbows on the counter and assist my snack or meal prep. If I blow my nose, the kid is all over the toilet lid to hand me another tissue. When I make breakfast, he opens the low cabinet where we keep the plastic dishes and brings me every plate and bowl he can find. When I turn on the bath water, he dumps at least 64 floating toys in the water and gets out the soaps and lotions. ALL of them. He throws away every dirty diaper, rips as many clothes as he can reach off hangers every time we open his closet door, and fills my work bag with shoes when I leave my closet ajar.
But you know what he doesn't help with?
Cleaning up the toys. Hmph.