Uff

I just had a knock down drag out bedtime. The kind that keeps your younger child awake, where you actually work up a bit of a sweat trying to get pjs on, where you feel far more spent than you should at 8pm and where you want a stiff drink immediate afterward. Make that two. I can't really blame WA, he is on the long road of giving up his daily nap, even though he's not nearly ready to do so. Today he was particularly exhausted and although we hustled through dinner and read only two books, he was a complete meltdownpuddlemess. The type of mess where you can't really get mad or frustrated because he's just so out of sorts. With several deep breaths and a calm consistent voice we managed to make it through. He's filthy dirty, has snots in his nose, magic marker lines up his arms and his breath stinks...but he's sleeping. And right now, that's all that counts.