Maybe he wasn't tired. Maybe the twenty minute nap he had in the stroller was enough. Maybe it was the sound of the girl wandering the hallway and knocking on his door.
Maybe he still wasn't tired yet. Maybe it was the change of sleeping in his new (the girl's old) bed instead of the crib. Maybe it was the girl quietly creeping the hallways and playing with the gate at the top of the stairs.
Maybe he was overtired. Maybe my tiptoeing out of his room sounded like stomping elephant feet to his ears and woke him from his slumber. Maybe he hates me.
Yesterday I felt like they both hated me. He never napped. She would not listen. I was exhausted from them both being awake the night before. I managed to finally get us all outside but the walk was cut short when the girl refused to get in the stroller and then refused to walk in the same direction as me. I went to a friends house and she let us stay there until the husband picked up the kids. He took them home and fed them dinner while I went somewhere else.
That was a day. A long, hard day.
I wish I could say that today has started better but it seems we have picked up where we left off yesterday. Add in a doctor's appointment for the girl and I don't have much hope for today.
Please send cupcakes.