There is no solace to be found in the Fortress of Solitude tonight. While the new desk is assembled and Ogden is all plugged in, the place is still littered with various books, empty IKEA boxes and other desk-like ephemera. I plum ran out of steam.

I blame the boys. Keeping up with a 1, 2, and 4 year old is enough to take the steam out of anyone. Between the pretened Easter Eggs we colored, the 49 pretend hot fudge sundaes I ate, and the 29, 928 rounds of Superman we played, I was ready for bed sometime around 6 p.m.

This doesn’t even take into account the 3 car washes I had to draw for Cade, the 48 times I had to say “Yes Nolan, this is a brown shirt,” or the 283 times I had to kiss Liam’s cheeks.