Are My Ears Bleeding Yet?

It's nearly 8.30 pm and bedtime is clearly out of the picture. The Little Guy is running circles around me. Literally. He runs to and from the kitchen with his stuffed blue snake with missing eyes, dragging on the floor. I can tell Yaya Eva is trying to get him to shush but it's not working. His shrill screams are piercing my ears. My body actually stiffens with every shriek. I wonder if I can lure him to sit by me by offering to make hot chocolate (last night's late night activity). Then I think twice. I don't care to add to the evening's sugar high. This only makes me think of the pop tart I am about to finish. This is just one of those days where everybody annoys me and my to-do-list has gone out the window. Oh yeah, I feel like a sausage wearing workout clothes.