As, I am typing this it is currently 9:22pm. I am sitting at our desk in the family room of our new house. I have thrown my hands in the air and given Mike control over bedtime with Andy. Reason #1 this is happening is because I need to get back to blogging. But, reason #2 is that Andy’s bedtime routine has been sucking my life force out of me just like a friggen Dementor. By the time I get him into bed, I feel like I ran an Iron Man and my body has just given out on me just as I passed the finish line. As I am typing, I can hear loud thumps and running. Then silence. Then a thump.
Oh God, did Andy kill Mike? [Read more…]