Too much fun

There is such a thing as too much fun. Ask any toddler mom. Or look at Lindsey Lohan.

The chain reaction begins as soon as the fun to be had ends. The tiny toddler head can’t handle it.

Pumpkin patch and hayride – #OMGITSSOFUN

Leaving preschool. Throw himself on the floor and cry. 10 minute departure that requires dragging him out by the arm because your other arm is holding the no longer sleeping baby. (If you are not a toddler mom, you might not realize that 10 minutes is a REALLY long time when you are trying to drag around a 30lb dead weight by a limp arm without ripping his arm out of the socket.)

You get home. IWANTTOPRESSTHEBUTTON (to open the garage).
WHYAREYOUMAKINGMEPRESSTHEBUTTON?!?!?!?!

Let’s try and put that baby back to sleep. Oh, did I skip the part where I try and get him upstairs from the garage? Never again do I want a house where you don’t enter on the main floor.

Leaving the amped up toddler in the living room will result in the following:
Gate being ripping from the stairs (and neatly set aside).
All hall lights being turned on. (Remember how I was trying to put the baby back to sleep?)
Perfectly timed screams when you’re about to put the baby in the crib.

All this happens and then an hour later it switches to this:

Reliving the fun of tractors and hayrides and pumpkin patches. And all the crazy and bad morning slips away.

It continued after nap and through dinner. This kid loves his pumpkin.