Toddler got me up at 5am. We have been on the go All Bloody Day - he hasn't stopped! Including a 2 mile forced march/run to the dentists, where he howled and wouldn't let the charming and lovely dentist anywhere near him.
This was after manic playgroup, but before racing around the park for hours demanding to be pushed on the swings, lifted onto the big boy slide etc etc etc. Then we eventually got home and I made him tea, sorted out the washing up, got dinner going for us later. And then he wouldn't go to sleep! Went upstairs at usual time, seemed sleepy, but then we had an hour of shenanigans!
Then my husband came home and said he'd get the washing in now rather than chat to me for longer while I cooked and get it in later, and it just felt like the saddest thing in the world. (He hadn't said it in a horrible way or anything, btw).
Anyone else get like this after a long day?