fried nerves

i still find it interesting that we can have an amazing day with our beautiful son...all goes grand. we enjoy grandparent time, he gets in a great hour and a half nap, does great at the restaurant but then blows a gasket when we go home, refusing sleep, even though he's amazingly tired...he cries...screams...and then laughs and wiggles...then again with the crying with big crocodile tears...ugh. he's an hour and a half past his nap time. steve finally put him in the car to get him down. the little stinker. why do kids do that? and how can they refuse sleep even when they're exhausted? i feel bad that steve's out there driving around. but i'm really enjoying the silence here. is that wrong of me?