Why is he doing this to me?

So at the ripe old age of 2, Daniel has decided he no longer needs to nap. I have decided that he still does. Irregardless of whether he wants to sleep or not, he goes into the bedroom. He plays and plays, and finally wears me down enough to let him out without a nap. Then, what we have a few hours later, is this:


Since we made the bright move of putting him into the bottom bunk in Jake's room, it has turned into a night time shit show. It is taking them a good hour to get to sleep, and they can't even be nice about it and compensate by sleeping in. Nope, still up bright and early.

Bedtime is at 7:30, or 7 on a school night. Considering that their bedroom is a teeny version of Toy's R Us, I am not that surprised. Daniel can not stay in bed and Jacob can't stop tattling on Daniel for getting out of bed. Then the spitting game begins. And then they get to see Mommy's mad face. Finally, after lots of yelling and crying (the yelling on my part, the crying on theirs) and them pulling out all the stops (I'm scared, I want to sleep in your bed, it's too bright, it's too dark, I lost my stuffies, ba ba BA BA) quiet envelopes the house. Thank freakin' gawd.

No Nap + Compromised night Sleep + Super Freezing Outside Temperatures = Loss of Mommy's Sanity

9 more sleeps until the Dominican Republic. Get me the eff outta here.