It's 8:17 pm on Thursday. Bedtime was one hour and 17 minutes ago.
As I type this, Grace is standing at her bedroom door sobbing and shouting, "No one loves me! They said they would love me, but they don't anymore! PLEEEEEASE someone, I need help blowing my nose! No one in this entire house loves me!" On another day, a better day, I might answer her plea for help with the nose-blowing. But not tonight. Tonight, she's already been out of her room several times, and has been yelling a variety of things. I know that her so-called stuffy nose is just another ploy to get some attention. Because, you know, she hasn't had any attention from us all day.
And Tess, my child who actually likes to sleep, is currently yelling, "Mommy! Mooooommy!" approximately every five minutes. Thankfully, she is staying in her bed, and is not attempting to lure us with heart-wrenching sobs. She has apparently already figured out that I have a finely honed ability to decipher sobs. And as of 7:01 pm, I will only respond to tears induced by actual trauma or illness. And we all know that an unwillingness to go to sleep is an imaginary sickness conjured up by children who simply don't want the day's fun to end.
So I guess I'll have to make tomorrow just a little less fun.
Travelingjenny 
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