UGH! Little Walter was in rare form tonight. He’s stopped trying to participate in the bedtime process at all. We lay out the same steps we always do and he just goes crazy without provocation. The Dude “Hey man, relax put on your jammies, brush your choppers and we’ll read a story!” Walter “You’re not going to read me a story just get out.” I say no I will. “Get out.” Then as I try to leave he throws himself at the door. Won’t stay in bed (or on the floor as he hasn’t sleep in a bed for three weeks.) and continuously opens the door. Calls me names. I’m the stupidest, lamest fat man with a fake family ever. After a perfect school departure this morning I thought we were back in tune and abiding but it’s just another gutter ball. Tomorrow is another day.
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Cool books man…