The end of yet another day.

Well WWF has ended at my house. (WWF= putting the munchkins to bed) It's more of a wrestling match than anything and I for one am beat now. After last night when I woke to find Bubba sitting in the hall outside my bedroom reading a book, well, not reading exactly but looking at the pictures, I am tired and grouchy. The light from the kitchen was enough that he could make out the pictures and was telling himself and whoever else was up, all about baby cows. While I find these little things endearing and almost cute... I was really just annoyed with myself for thinking he is old enough to not be caged into a crib anymore. I also regret this decision around 4 am every morning when he arrives at the edge of my bed to just stare at me. Then he goes back to bed only when I promise that I will bring him a drink. It's these moments when I ask: Why God? Why?