Cormac is currently upstairs refusing to nap. I know he's tired because he fell asleep in the car right before we got home, and his cheeks are rosy, but now he's just throwing stuff over the gate we use to keep him contained in his room. This wouldn't be the end of the world, except that I'm exhausted and overly pregnant and want to nap. I'm trying to be patient with him, but this is what I really want to say:
Remind me again why we're having another one.
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