Lest you think it is all joy and fun in our household, today was a crummy day. Capital C. The boys were both on some kind of terror-train that they refused to de-board. We even canceled a small dinner gathering at our house for this evening because it wasn't worth watching them deteriorate even further in front of company. As it goes, some days are just like that. The day started with good intentions - plans to take the boys to a classic car show. It seemed the ideal thing for our two car-crazy kids. But it wasn't a good sleep-night last night, and both were grouchy before we even left. Add to that mid-morning heat and we had serious over-drive on our hands. The day deteriorated from there. Forced naps did not come to fruition. Shawn and I just dug in our heals and waited out the rest of the day. By 6:30 we were starting bed time routine, and lights were out by 7PM.
Because it is not always easy being a parent. They try and tell you that when you are cute and round and 28 weeks pregnant and enjoying the soft flutter kicks of your soon to be bundle of joy. But it doesn't hit home, really, until you have two kids crying and whining in the middle of the classic cart show at 10:35 in the morning and you have at least 8 more hours in the day before quiet will again enter your abode.