This little boy...
... is driving me crazy.
And WHY would that be?
Is it because of this face that he makes when I won't give him juice?
No, actually it's not. I can deal with the whining, even though I don't like it.
What I can't deal with is this:
That pillow and that blanket are not in his bed. They are in mine. And my bed is no place for a wiggly, squirmy, tired 22-month old at 3:00 a.m.
You mess with my sleep, you mess with my sanity.
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