Why is it that the three-year-old in my house always seems to wait until about five minutes into my short but absolutely essential midday doze to come tearing into the bedroom, gleefully shouting "I need to go potty, I need to go potty!"?
Talk about mixed feelings. Evan's Mommy wants to smile brightly and congratulate her little man for successfully recognizing and responding to his biological directive. Problem is, Evan's Mommy shares her skin with an exhausted, stressed-out middle-aged grump who finds it impossible to reclaim a nap once it has been so summarily and definitively interrupted.
Time to make some coffee.