I'm not going to lie. Today was awful. There were some good parts--like making the ornaments. But mostly Rachel was one whiny child that I didn't want anything to do with. She whined through lunch, she whined through stories, she whined through playing, and dancing, and singing and everything. Nothing was fun today. I guess she used up all her fun on the decorations because after that it was meltdown central at our house. I was ready to lock her up in a tower forever, take away her first born child, and put her to sleep for 100 years. Fairy tales are suddenly starting to make a whole lot of sense.
And that's why I have pictures like this on hand....
Yes, that's Rachel with a pair of underwear in her mouth. I just took her hair out of pigtails and so it's all skiwampus, which is awesome. And really, who could stay mad at a face like that? Not me.
Tomorrow will be better. Andrew will be home, so of course it will be better. We have company coming so I hope it will be better. And I have to make cookies, so that will help; cookies make everything better.