I knew Will was having an emotional day when he got so frustrated with this Pixo creation that tears were almost realized. And that was 9 am. I'm sure he just needed sleep, but no nap happened. (I didn't really expect one since he took one last week. I shouldn't see another until at least the next lunar eclipse.) But, you could see his ability to cope with anything more than free play time was dwindling.

It peaked at roughly 4:30pm. We were all playing after Paige had gotten home and then Will was having a snack. I informed him that Paige and I were going to work on her homework (5-10 minutes) and that he couldn't interrupt us in that time. Fast forward 5 minutes and Will is practically hyperventilating in the bathroom doorway for reasons that are not clear but have something to do with my request that he wash his hands at the sink and not getting enough attention from me during that brief period.

After I calmed him down and reminded him that that kind of behavior is not acceptable in this house, I informed him that he will have an early bedtime. He said 'okay' and couldn't hug me and tell me he loves me fast enough. BUT...apparently he wasn't focused on my words because when bedtime rolled around it was meltdown #2. Fiiinally I got loose from his grip and was pretty confident he'd fall asleep before meltdown #3 had time to happen.

I then skipped off to the grocery store which, sadly - or happily, was a great breath of fresh air. I listened to great music on the way and no one called me "mom" when I as there.