Grant just spent 1/6 of his day crying and fighting to go to sleep
had I known it would have taken up 1/6 of his day I probably would have done something different, but when his head was bobbin' and eyes were fading on the couch at 7pm I knew he was plumb tuckered out... one hour spent fighting me once we got in his room (he said "get off" 167 times that I counted- there were probably double that before I started counting) as he was dozing in the corner... yes, I was sitting in front of the door so he couldn't open it to leave. one time he was so tired that as he said "get off" with his head down and eyes closed sitting in the corner, his head bobbed so deep that he smacked the door hinge. the poor kid was asleep just still fighting it. --foreshadowing to math class in 14 years? I think so--
then right as I had carried him to his bed... ding dong
dammet, and that is why I won't let Geoff keep a gun in the house. that fedex guy would be no more
so then we spent the next hour doing the exact.same.thing- only change, the phrase of choice was "plug it in" because he wanted to turn on the light but I had unplugged his lamp so it would be dark. ugh
day two of school and day two of Grant being so flipping tired that bedtime is a nightmare. I'm starting to ask myself if the 5 hours of freedom in the daytime is worth it
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Not if he's in my math class :) This is a cute story! Hope everything is going well and that geoff comes home soon!
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