After I woke from my power-nap, a much happier Tiffany went to greet Hyrum with renewed strength and patience. I was prepared to tell him how proud I was of him for playing so quietly and would he like to read books together now.
I heard Hyrum's deep breathing as I made my way down the hall to his room. (I was secretly congratulating myself for boring the kid into a nap). I peeked in his room expecting to see him with his books, asleep on the bed. He was not there. I checked in his closet. No Hyrum. I stopped myself from yelling "Hyrum" (because who would want to wreck such a good thing as a sleeping angel?) I could still hear him breathing deeply from somewhere. I'd just have to keep looking.
Adding my keen sense of smell to my sensitive ears I finally found Hyrum...All Pooped Out!
I guess I had to wake him up now. Trying to wake Hyrum up is never a pleasant experience. Add this to cleaning him up...and "Waaaaaaaah! Mom, my feet hurt. Needles mom needles".