Guess who is winning the 3.5 year old war against my sanity.
Yup, the muscle man. Working all day is one thing. Coming home to scramble up 2-3 meals and get a child bathed who is NOT interested…completely another. All day I was counting down hours to get home. By 7:03pm (a mere 40 minute after actually arriving home) I was ready to just go back.
What. Happened? Christmas? Too many presents? Too much attention? Who knows. But I’m already thinking of crawling into bed and sleeping this day away.