After a terrible, no good, very bad night where Grant didn’t sleep longer than 90 minutes at a time (and was frequently up every 5), I took the morning – and then the day – off from work. I left the twins in the care of the nanny, and retreated with the uncharacteristically grouchy Grant. 

He was so miserable, I gave him a drop of Motrin, and lo, he found the bright side again. He has been here chatting with me and smiling at me, and making me think I had best take some Motrin, too.