As, I am typing this it is currently 9:22pm. I am sitting at our desk in the family room of our new house. I have thrown my hands in the air and given Mike control over bedtime with Andy. Reason #1 this is happening is because I need to get back to blogging. But, reason #2 is that Andy’s bedtime routine has been sucking my life force out of me just like a friggen Dementor. By the time I get him into bed, I feel like I ran an Iron Man and my body has just given out on me just as I passed the finish line. As I am typing, I can hear loud thumps and running. Then silence. Then a thump. Oh God, did Andy kill Mike? Wow! Seven minutes later and my husband has returned. Unscathed and surprisingly vibrant. What the heck? It normally takes me at least 25 minutes to put that boy to bed. Are these kids just playing me for the fool I am? Between Andy and his bedtime antics and Jack and his sleep training, I am losing my mind. Therefore, I have little thought coming back around to cooking. Today I finally got my …

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