Montana Grumps. Yargh.

Okay, I'm griping. I've fought it for days.

We've been here in Montana 10 days now and, excepting the second night, The Boy has managed to avoid sleeping until 11, 11:30. I no likin' this.

Between his whimsical sleeping hours and the neighbors' dogs sleep has been elusive for Crabby Moms Like Me.

Yargh.

Today at naptime, after slamming his head into my braces One More Time, I opened the door and handed The Boy to Daddy.

There was no napping this afternoon. But Daddy was dealing with it and I stayed downstairs. Fighting guilt.

This evening, back to Daddy. The Boy and I are sick of each other and that's okay.

I don't think Matt was up there 15 minutes when he smuggly tip-toed out of the room and gently shut the door.

Yargh.

On the other hand, it's just after 8 p.m. and this is the first chance Matt and I have been able to to have an adult conversation in three days. So fine. Be smug.

But not too smug.