It has been one of those weeks.
You know, the ones where the kids and the mom and the dad are just not really in sync.
Or maybe that doesn't happen at your houses.
Part of the problem is the cold,
and the all-indoor activities.
Part of it is the poor mom who has not been able to exercise this week due to circumstances.
Part of it is the constant messes and the complaining when it is time to clean up.
And part of it is pushing the limits.
Thursday afternoon I was cooking and Berean was chasing me around the kitchen fussing and screeching. I explained to her that I needed to finish a few things in the kitchen, and she was going to have to wait. She didn't like that so much. I knew she was kind of tired, but considering that we were only 45 minutes out from needing to pick Lincoln up at preschool, I knew that her nap was going to have to wait.
I have never had a kid that would just randomly fall asleep.
I do now.