1–An exaggeration of the minutes I have had to myself so far today.
2–The number of hands I have pulling at my clothes or yanking my hair at any given moment.
3–The number of hours I hope PJ’s nap lasts.
4–The number of days until M gets back home from this next business trip.
5–The number of new words PJ has said since Tuesday’s evaluation, all of which are basically useless in practical communication.
6–The number of hours until the boys’ bedtime.
142395–The number of tantrums PJ has thrown so far today.
142396–The number of tantrums my patience is capable of handling–apparently. That’s one lucky kid.