You know how at the end of a grueling race, like a marathon, when the finish line is just in sight, but seems so far away and things begin to fall apart? You end up limping towards the end. People are cheering you on, but you cannot hear them, because you are collapsing on the course.

That is us tonight. It has been a long week. Saturday night was a disaster. Wyatt went to bed just fine, but Declan disintegrated. He never made it into the tub. Both Anne and Kim corralled him in the bathroom and blocked the door so that he couldn’t go naked and screaming through the rest of the house. He had missed his nap. Anne eventually soothed him by playing Micky Mouse cartoons for him on her phone.

Tonight is our last night here in Boston. Maren, with her corporate flight schedule is due to arrive on time tonight, but David flying on his own dime isn’t due to land until 5AM tomorrow. Just in time for the boys to awaken to greet him after he gets home.