Its been a trying day. I don't think Ethan's feeling well (teething? Stuffed up sinuses? Who frickin' knows. It could be a combination of both) so his sleeps today were brief and fought every step of the way. His daddy is playing with him now while I have a very deserved glass of pinot gris (to nurse my headache) and try to kill the anxiety I'm feeling about getting our little prince to bed in a couple of hours - and hopefully keeping him there most of the night. I'm feeling a little emotionally thin due to exhaustion - but that's what being a mum is all about, I guess. I'm tired and frustrated, but more sorry my little guy is not feeling good. Poor little man.