Once again, off to the office. it went OK, and I got some stuff done, and other stuff not. Oh well.
Got Home and Ray was *ALL OVER ME*. Renee can’t play with him any more, so that task falls to me, and unless you give him your absolute, complete, and undivided attention, he gets wilder and wilder, and more bothersome and bothersome until you just snap.
I didn’t snap, but it wears on me.
And, inevitably, something I’m not proud of – the tooth brush fight came once again,and ray was a brat, and I had to take away his bedtime stories *AND* brush his teeth for him. And I feel like a heel for it, but such is life. One day, I know, he’ll learn to listen to what I’m saying…
…I hope. And number two is due in a month.
What were we thinking? *grin*