done.

Today was a long.  ass. day.  I couldn't wait for it to be over.  To crawl into bed, not even minding the sheets should probably be changed since my sand-covered son and I attempted to take a nap there earlier today. 

The day started out with a rather difficult task.  Convincing my son to sit in front of my computer to talk to his daddy.  He wanted nothing to do with it.  Ran and hid.  Ran and laughed.  Ran and read books.  I finally got him to sit down with his peanut butter waffles and ice water.  Just in time.  Then the visit didn't happen as planned.  Tried to do Facetime on my phone instead but I think he just wasn't into it.  I try to leave him alone so I don't know what happened but as I was sitting in the other room reading a New Yorker from March (almost caught up?!), he suddenly came running in and tackled me and laughed and laughed and said he wanted to eat breakfast with George.  As in Curious.  No, I don't think that will happen.  It didn't. 

After that crazy start to the day, things remained I don't know, unbalanced.  Wonky.  Exhausting.  He and I were just waiting for something to happen but I'm not sure what.

Tonight when I attempted to put him to bed, he was pissed and screamed and yelled and cried like he has never really done.  I got him up and we read books.  Lots of books.  We have a really good friend that keeps him in really good, award-winning books.  And awesome Merge Records t-shirts.

I set the timer.  He does not argue with the timer. 

I was grateful for the beep-beep of the timer.  He went to bed no problem after that. 

My back hurts so bad tonight. 

Tomorrow will be better.