When I was little, I remember my mom sending me back to bed for like the 14th time and saying, "Goodnight, I'm done with you today". It never hurt my feelings. I hope it doesn't hurt the babes' feelings. It has already begun. Maybe Lauren just doesn't like Tuesdays. Maybe I have too high of expectations for Tuesdays. Maybe...ah, who knows. But it was Bad. Like, wish I had a full time job and a full time babysitter, bad. On the bright side, she should sleep like a rock tonight.
They're still awesome. I'm still grateful. (Mantra, maybe it'll lull me to sleep.)