After chronicling Fuss' week of discontent and detailing the tortures inflicted upon his long suffering parents during this interregnum, fairness compels me to divulge the contents of last night and this morning's diplomatic packet.
Following his 1:30am night, he went napless the whole of yesterday. This is always great fun since the only thing fussier than the Fuss is an exhausted Fuss who treats the embrace of Morpheus like a blankie woven of nettles.
No Nap Jones we call this creature, and all fear its unnatural cry.
Devra helped prevent a Wife Out by taking Fuss on an outing for a few hours in the afternoon, providing a crucial window for the Wife to lie down and stare out the window. I came home early to lend a hand, and together we bodily hauled him across the finish line at 8pm.
And stayed out until 8am, hallelujah!
Our morning couldn't have been more different than yesterday's struggle. We laid in bed for a while taking turns tickling each other until he was ready to get up, then I made breakfast while he 'did the dishes'. He pulls his 'little stool' up to the sink and after scanning for breakables and sharp stuff I turn on the water just a bit. Then he goes to town filling things up and dumping them into other things, stacking things and running water over them to see what happens, and filtering water through whatever he can find with holes.
This kept him fully occupied until I was ready to head out for work.
We'll aim for 8pm again tonight and see if he's on board.
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