I realize this is a bold thing to assert when, at 4 o'clock this morning, I had to ask Chad to go in to SteelyKid's room because I didn't think a sobbing Mommy would improve the situation (having been up for the immediately previous two hours while she competed for "squirmiest non-sleeping toddler on the East Coast"), but what the heck, these are the kind of days when a firm resolve might actually be useful, right?

(And possibly some loud music for the shower. *queues up "Acceleration" playlist*)