Ugh

Let me just say I had the kind of night with Eddie where I really need/want a beer. A cup of hot tea will have to do.

He had a long nap, sleeping after I picked him up from nursery school. When he woke up, I decided to take him for a walk around the block. Figured the normally 7-10 min. walk would take 30-45 min. A full 1.5 hours later, we returned--full of misquito bites and quite unhappy that we had to go inside. Ed intimately studied the plantings of several of our neighbors, tried to eat a flower, and pitched a fit when I wouldn't let him throw his superball into the street.

Had a great dinner, and then something happened--maybe it's West Nile from all the misquito bites, but he threw a hard toy down the stairs, hitting me with it as I came up the stairs--that put me in a good mood. He actually wanted to get out of the bathtub--normally loves the bath and proceeded to pee on me (or nearby)--not once, not twice, but three times. All the while, I didn't want to put him back in the tub because it seemed like he had more than peeing in mind. Then he wouldn't sit down in the tub.

I was so pist (I'm leaving some parts out of the story), that I told him he'd have 2 stories and then bed. So after 2 stories, a full 15-20 min. ahead of normal bedtime, he pointed to the bed. So I laid him down and happily went down stairs for my tea I will think of as beer. Maybe it did start when he fussed over me putting his shoes on for school today. I think we both woke up on the wrong side of the bed.

One more solo night time and Den gets home.