So, I’m exhausted. Very exhausted. Stephen fell asleep, Spencer fell asleep, I laid down for my nap (especially since the kids kicked Steve out of our bed last night and kept me from sleeping fitfully) and Evie pounced, and jumped, and kicked, and stuck her feet in my face, and cuddled, and cried, and pounced some more ALL OVER ME! I’m exhausted and now I’m cranky. Steve woke up and I thought Evie was in the living room with him. I thought I heard something and I realized it sounded like water. I went into the bathroom and there was dear, sweet, mischievious Evie with the sink water on, the plug in, splashing in the water…in the sink, on the counter, on the stool and all over my floor. 🙁 Steve and I just kind of laughed and told her that was naughty. But now she’s mad and crying because I took the stool away from her… and I’m still exhausted and still cranky. Humph!