It all started when I turned off the baby monitor when Scott started screaming because I needed 5 more minutes of sleep. I let him shove a handful of Gorilla Munch cereal into his mouth then fill it with milk for his breakfast. I let him eat from pouches three times today when he stood in his high chair throwing food on the ground because he didn’t want to chew or swallow anything else. And when he begged for a refill of cheddar bunnies ten minutes later I gave them to him. I forgot about the load of laundry I started in the washer two days ago and there are two more baskets overflowing that still need to be started. I taught him to throw balls in the house and completely neglected our exercise routine. I talked him into a second rest time an hour after his first. I have sent him on more man hunts for his elephant than normal. And a five o’clock family dinner at the table isn’t looking too promising today. I wouldn’t say today was a failure by any means and I am sure it’ll get better when Jeremy gets home from school, plus we always have tomorrow. But is occasionally eating dinner after bedtime on the living room floor really that bad?