Seriously, I have thoughts all day long that at the time I could go on about, but tonight I am just tired. Trying to get the two year-old to learn how to go to sleep on his own (without using Mamma's hair to twirl). So I've spent the last forty-five minutes walking back and forth down the hall as he a) tried to escape from his room b) sobbed hysterically to the point of coughing c) removed his pajamas and d) has taken up talking loudly so neither he nor his brothers can fall asleep.
Maybe I should be proud of the persistence in this little guy. I hope he decides to use the talent for good some day. But tonight, he's just wearing me out!