I don't know if it's potty training anxiety, molars, or 'the two's' but our guy is giving me no naps lately...but he'll pass out in the car like the baby days if we drive in the afternoon. (Try figuring out how to get 35 pounds into a shopping cart while said 35 pounds is in a mini-coma.) 5 o'clock yesterday was harsh and I had to lay down on the sofa.
Ian: "Wha's the matter mommy?"
Me: "I'm really, really tired Ian. You didn't nap today."
Ian: "Mommy's NOT tired."
Me: "Yes, she really is."
Ian (giving me a hug): "Make you feel better, Mommy? Want some water?"
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