Tragedy in the Land of Nod

Hubris. It'll get you every time.

Last night Iain fell asleep while we were walking him to the park. So we walked home. He crawled into bed (715) and we enjoyed our quiet evening.

Until, of course, about 230 am. At that point, he appeared and demanded Water! A Kleenex! Potty! His motorcycle! Snuggles!

This went on until 330. Then, at 430, he climbed into the Big Bed and elbowed his way into a spot. At 6 my alarm rang.

Woe. Woe is me.