Younger Boy stayed up until 3AM this morning.

Today he is like a two-year old.  We have a lot to do and I am NOT HAPPY.

Imagine dragging a two-year old in a twelve-year old body everywhere you need to go...on one of the busiest shopping days of the year.  Imagine the same child sticking to you like glue everywhere you are...in your personal space.  Imagine said child throwing himself on the floor in a store, because he isn't getting something he wants. 

Then imagine you are able to diffuse the toddler-like temper tantrum, but it is exchanged for being in his own little world.  Standing in the middle of aisles and oblivious to everything around him.  Completely checked out.  Imagine every time you move in the store having to remind him to follow you.

Middle Boy was losing his patience.  Admittedly...mine was completely gone. 

I can't do this anymore...not today...not ever.