Hell Hath No Fury Like That of a 1 Year-old

We've discovered that Matthew has this wonderful ability to ignore absolutely everyone, especially if they're telling him no. By the time I get to bed each night, I am completely and utterly exhausted. Take Saturday for example. Hubby and I got up early and got the house cleaned. Floors got vacuumed, swept, and mopped, dishes done, and both the kitchen and livingroom were virtually spotless. We thought we would get to relax some the rest of the day, because the grass was still too wet from all the rain we've had the last week to mow. Enter my children. Within 5 minutes my oldest had toys, blankets, and stuffed animals strown throughout the livingroom and cartoons blaring, turning my clean little slice of the planet into something the likes of a 6 year old's club house. Why? His room was dirty, and there's no room for him to play in there! I finally convinced him that either he played in his room, or his stuff was going far far away. So, my living room was clean for a second time that day. Enter Hubby. There are 2 things you need to know about him. He loves playing flight simulator games and he loves candles. I have to hide candles from him if I want to keep them. On this lovely Saturday, he was playing his flight sim game on the Wii, after he lit every candle in the living room available. This is where we get back to Matthew. As the little one is cruising around the coffee table, he reaches up and grabs the decorative metal top of a lit jar candle, burning two of his fingers to the point of blistering. I should have seen this coming, but I didn't. My family is pretty accident prone. Thankfully I have half the mind to keep a stash of first aid supplies to limit the number of trips we take to the emergency room, and this includes silvadine. After getting Matthew's fingers cooled down, I applied the salve and spent 5 minutes trying to get his fingers wrapped up. Ten minutes later, I had to reapply new bandages, because the ones that were on his fingers mysteriously disappeared. This happened 2 or 3 times throughout the day. Add in the constant running after him, keeping him away from the cat litter box and the dog food, which he seems to think are open buffets, and pulling him out of cabinets he does not belong in, and I was exhausted. He went down about 9:30. Anyone want to babysit?