shattered . . .

In all the orientations and meetings before Austin started school all the 'old' parents kept talking about how tired they will be when they first start kindergarten. So when he came home after his first day I thought "yay, we'll have a nice early no-fight bedtime" - but it DIDN'T happen, he wasn't tired and fought all the way to get into bed by his usual time of 8pm.
And so it continued like that every day for the next few weeks. Then on Tuesday, which was a steamy hot day, I picked him up and he had that glassy eyed look about him. When we got home he demolished everything he could get his hands on in the fridge and pantry, then it was veg out time in front of the TV, then by 6pm it was this . . .

He didn't wake up until 6am the next morning . . .