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My kid could win an Oscar lately for some of the dramatic acting he's been throwing his whole being into lately. The last two days have been priceless. Yesterday he threw major fits at Megan's house so we left early, which, as far as punishments go, is right up at the top of his "Things I Will Never, Ever, Be Able to Forgive My Mom For. Ever" list, which made the howling on the way home easier to take because wow was he ever learning a lesson. And for the record, he was an angel after his nap.

Then today there was some drama over leaving the park. He's always good about leaving the park because we do the whole "Pick one more thing to do and then we're heading home," bit which always diffuses fireworks. So today he picked a slide that had been adopted by a carpenter bee that buzzed and hummed and tried to stare us down. While I was doing acrobatics keeping the bee away from Henry long enough for him to go down the slide, Henry sat at the top, seemingly paralyzed with fear. After five minutes I'd lost all patience, especially because by that time I started to get the feeling that Henry was less "afraid" and more "enjoying the show". So I carried him home. And I cursed the bee. And Henry cried. And I didn't have much sympathy.

Lately by the time naptime rolls around I just want to crawl into bed and not get up until the next day. Everyone talks so much about how much sleep kids need, yet hardly anyone mentions how much moms need. Taking into account the way I've been feeling lately, I'd put that number somewhere around seventeen hours of sleep a night. This would mean putting us to bed around 3PM and waking us up around 8AM.

Sounds glorious.