Logic-Toddler as Kryptonite-Superman

Currently Jack is in his room crying. Why? Because he peeled an orange and got sticky hands, then came to me and said an "ant" was biting him. I logically suggest how about we go wash the "ant" off? Which was then followed by a five minute progressive melt down. You know the kind that starts as a few mumbled words behind a small tear that slowly builds into a flood of tears, ear piercing cries, and loss of postural control; all because a parent used some logic? These are very difficult years.

That's it, I'm pissed.

I haven't felt like this for a long time, but I'm pissed..., I mean I'm really really pissed. But not the kind of mad that makes someone go postal. I'm pissed and I'm going to give my dissertation a Chuck Norris roundhouse kick in the chin. Like I want to spend an all nighter, more like an all weeker, and get it done now. Seriously, it's 11:30 pm and I'm considering going back to the office/lab to make some revisions, not because I really like writing or because I've got some new interesting ideas. But because I don't want to spend another breath talking about, or another neurotransmitter thinking about my dissertation. I've reached a new breaking point. Well, more like an old one. I feel like I did in high school when my football coach said I wasn't good enough. That pissed me if so much that I would do everything I could to prove him wrong.  I'm there now, and this damn dissertation is getting finished assp.

"But we need to snuggle."

Jack and I are just doing our nightly routine, drinking some milk and reading a book. I try to prep him and say, " When we're done with this book we need to brush or teeth and go to bed." He doesn't respond. When the book is finished, (which I'm overjoyed about because it was probably the worst literary work we have in the house, Mike the Knight, it's just terrible but Jack likes it) he says "We need to snuggle." He snuggles in close and rests his head on my leg. Now it's already past bedtime but I'm thinking I could let this slide for a few minutes. A few minutes later he rolls over and is sawing logs. Now this is a rare occurrence, he never falls asleep in my arms/lap so I decide I'm going to just soak it all in. But here I am now, an hour later, and my legs are numb and I think it's time I put this kiddo to bed.