Last night Sir Smiley and I decided to watch a movie together once the kids were in bed. (Real Steel, which was a very entertaining movie by the way) I was exhausted, but Sir Smiley and I hadn’t had much alone time together so I wanted to carpe diem. (that’s right, I threw some Latin at you) I was thinking, “I’ll just take a nap tomorrow”. Yes. You read that correctly. A nap? Temporary insanity is all I can say to that. Enter today and my “nap”. I put both girls down for their naps. Then I turn to King Toot. He wanted none of that. I tried rocking him. I tried playing with him. He looked tired, acted tired, rubbed his eyes, but did not want to miss a thing. I finally bounce him to sleep and then tip toe to my bed. Then comes Sasquatch from the bathroom, “Mommy!”. “Mommy, I pooped! Can you come wipe me?!”. *sigh. So off I go to help my oldest daughter clean herself. Then back to bed. Then a telemarketer calls. If they had been physically in the room with me, a gruesome scene would have occurred because King Toot added to the rings with his own sounds… mainly crying and yelling. So back to square one. I finally manage to get him back to sleep, but again, he only sleeps for about 15 minutes. I start to give up hope as I go to get him. But as I walk into view, he falls back asleep. Of course. Hope, the torturer of all mothers, sprang back to life as I headed back to bed. Only to be brutally killed by the sound of Urpling’s door opening. She comes out of the room well rested and ready to play. End scene.