All in all we had a great weekend. Really we did.
We played some games, went to the Rainforest Cafe, made some recycled crayons, played some mario party 6. We had a great time.
Sunday night. 6:00 PM. I am done. I am so mentally exhausted that I just feel like tearing out my brain. Physically I am fine. I got more than enough sleep, but mentally I feel like I was hit by a train. But somehow I have to keep going.
He was a good boy all weekend, considering he is five. So it wasn't perfect, but who could expect that. He was good. Still bedtime could not get here soon enough.
I love him so much. But sometimes bedtime is my favorite time. And these are the times that I feel like a terrible mom. When all I can think about is "When will he ever let me alone."
I know this is normal but it doesn't assuage the guilt.