W is staying at Grandma's tonight so she can take him to the county fair tomorrow.
R has been growth spurting or something lately and has been up multiple times a night, so I've been getting far less than the optimal number of hours of sleep a night. And I'm tired.
B has been working 10-hour days, six days a week, and is going to 12-hour days, seven days a week any time now. He's tired.
I have discovered that toddlers don't understand tired. They don't understand "Mommy wants to stay inside and play." My toddler only understands that he wants to go "ow-ide" as soon as we get home, wants to stay out there long past bedtime, and wants Mommy (or even Daddy, if he's feeling generous) to run and play and climb and splash with him. Which is hard when you're tired.
All of this is why I'm so, so thankful that we're getting a bit of a break tonight. Taking care of R requires far less moving and far less being vertical than taking care of W. I enjoyed being slightly sloth-like this evening.
But I'm sort of looking forward to having my crazy, hyper toddler home tomorrow night.