For the Love of God

If I hear you wail "Poopie!" one more time tonight to buy two more minutes of awake with Mommy time, I am going to lose it, kid, I mean it, no matter how many times I melt when you grab me and say "huggie" or give me a kiss or say you love me "much" and hold out your arms. I made the mistake, oh yes, I will heartily admit it, of singing ridiculous and amusing verses of "The Wheels of the Bus" while you went poop (yay) on the toilet tonight, and now, it won't stop running through your head. You MUST hear the verse about lizards or dinosaurs or brothers and sisters on the bus. It didn't help I gave you a glass of grape juice before bed, no, that's true, but work against the sugar - fight it, boy. Fight it, and lay down, for crying out loud. See your sister there? Yeah, that little girl sleeping peacefully there in her crib? Oh, crap, now I've done it; you saw the crib. You're wondering why you can't have a crib. Sigh.