Ball of Confusion
Okay I still cant get the bedtime thing down with the deuce. My husband is in the trenches as I type. I can hear the wails and piercing cries through the wall. I just can't deal right now. And yet I will inevitably go in against my better judgment, thus consistently reinforcing the idea that pitching a fit=mommy and daddy coming back. This bedtime thing sucks.
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