I will admit to taking a nap for an hour on two of the afternoons after he got home because I felt so drained by that time of the day. But I didn't make such a major production out of it like he is.
Good Lord, I just got home from taking the youngest to gymnastics and he slept for most of the time we were gone. Now he's sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands, acting like he's two steps from death. AUGH. Of course his mommy is sitting there with him, coddling him - so I don't have to worry about him wanting coddling from me, but I can be irritated that she fawns on him like he's still a child.
I'm going to go workout. I'll just lose my temper if I stay here too long, I think.