Tired

Poor Tate had a rough night. I set his tent on his bed to see if that would help calm his fears. He loved it and it fired him up so much he wouldn't nap.  He was on a path of mass destruction this afternoon and was also eager to flush the toilet. (Speaking of toilet he is keeping his pull up dry away from home and rarely having accidents at all at home.)  He bumped his head so we had a little snuggle around 4:30 and he crashed in the chair. Hopefully he gets back on track soon. I have lung congestion but can't cough deep enough to clear it out. Hopefully I am on the mend before the babies arrive.