I guess I could tell you the kid is advanced, because he seems to have hit the Terrible Twos a few months early.
We’ve been doing pretty well – we’ve been managing moods and mitigating disasters (LIKE MOTHEREFFING CHAMPS), but tonight the levy broke and he spilled over and Spouse and I got take-out sushi and put him to bed an hour and a half early and drank a liter of hard cider each and we have watched all the TV and not spoken more than 10 words to each other.
This ish is exhausting. HOW ARE WE GOING TO MAKE IT TO THREE?!