I didn't practice.
I don't practice enough lately.
I don't even take my viola if it's just an overnighter anymore.
And everyone was crying at naptime. Everyone.
We had such a good thing going, but then it turns out he isn't having any fun in preschool, and my expensive-ass mixer broke, and Isaac cried so long in the carseat that Toby finally joined in, and my parents are having kind of a tough time, and he wants to learn to use the bathroom but I'm not sure how to teach that yet, and Isaac bites even though he's all gums (gums of steel), and Toby climbs out of his crib six thousand times a day. I have to talk to him like Hitler must have talked to a mosquito buzzing in his ear as he tried to sleep.
I hope he doesn't remember today, but then again what does it matter: there will be more days like this. How do you ask for grace from a toddler?