Fourth of July

Fourth of July is my favorite holiday. It is the epitome of summer to me. The parade, the food, the fireworks, the general fun.

But this year was a humbling one. In an effort to pack in as much fun as possible, we let Z get completely overtired. Like hours in the heat, willfully missing a nap so we could go to the pool, dinner later than usual. Every sign we gave her said the day was out the window. So then when it was bath time and she lost it, we lost it.

After much yelling and arguing, we carried Z up to bed and she fell asleep crying.

It. Was. Awful.

She slept like a rock and woke up so happy this morning, but it is not worth repeating.