Whether You're a Brother or Whether You're a Mother...Stayin' Alive

It's official. This day has made me completely and utterly stupid. Brain is gone. Up and down went the emotions of one little boy I know. One minute coherent and calm and agreeable. Next minute, a whirling dervish, if whirling dervishes knock down and plow through and bang on everything in their path.

And all day long I redirected and sensorially engaged and gave choices and blah, blah, blah. When we were able to bring it down a number of notches and rest (after all, they were up at 6:30), I consulted my trusty ole copy of Raising Your Spirited Child. It reminded me that it does happen, we will get through this, and I am not alone. Phew.

On a more positive note, I managed to get in a nice 3 and a half mile run, got through with the grocery shopping to the tunes of David Bowie and the Bee Gees (thanks, Joe!), and enjoyed a toasty afternoon splash-around in the garden hose with two very cute naked kiddies.