Seven

That's what time my girls went to bed tonight. It was an afternoon of hell should I say.. Allie has skipped naps all week, and I think it's finally caught up to her. She gets so grouchy from 4 on, and tonight topped the charts. She cried, and whined, and cried and cried. I found myself slowing wanting to just open the front door and run. I couldn't handle it... and when Riley walked through the door, it was such a welcoming home to have a house full of crying. She didn't want him or me, or no one, what she wanted was her juice, and that's something she wasn't going to get. She will get it with supper after she eats some or most of her meal, but she wanted it before, and then she usually downs the entire cup and doesn't eat. So she didn't even eat supper tonight, because she cried and cried for her juice, and that was all she wanted, she was just so awful. It lasted all through supper, bath time, and even when we sat down to build blocks she continued with throwing them and being just plane bad. So at 7 she went to bed, and when I closed her bedroom door my hands covered my face, I fell to my knees, and I was so thankful I made it through. It was one of the worst days in a long time. I tried to contain my patience and anger, and did pretty good, but had a few moments where I fell through and just yelled. All I kept asking for was "Strength, strength to make it threw this day".