No Rest

You know that point in the day when you are exhausted and all you want to do is sit on the couch - even if it is just for 10 minutes? I will find that some days that point in the day doesn't come until 8 o'clock at night, but I just fall into the couch with a nice sigh of relief... and then .... enters Isaac. I've shared before how he still likes my assistance in the bathroom.  For a while we thought it had to do with his toys in hand, but recently it has turned into a dreaded game.  Isaac begs me to help him go to the bathroom.  No matter what I am doing he wants me to drop everything as he does his "I gotta go pee pee now dance" and help him.  I say no about 4 times and he throws himself on the floor crying. So in my head I say 1) this is not worth it 2) if I walk to the bathroom with him the crying will stop.  So I get off of the comfy couch, or dry my hands off from washing dishes, or stop cooking dinner to help little Isaac in the bathroom.  And then you know what he has been doing lately...  He hops up, runs into the bathroom as fast as is 18 inch legs will take him, drops his pants, and finishes peeing before I can make it in there.  By the time I arrive he is done and laughing at me for being tricked.
We are in for it aren't we...