Seriously.

Breakfast took an hour as she dawdled over yogurt with Cheerios. She likes them separately but put them together. Again. Even though she knows she doesn’t like it. So I made her finish if she wanted a snack before lunch. (The amount of waste around here drives me wild.)

It took her so long to clean up her toys before our lunch company came she didn’t get to go out to the playground.

As we were all gathering at the table, she remained in the kitchen, reached up to the counter (a big no-no in our house), and knocked a pitcher of strawberry soup to the floor. Ok, it was a plastic pitcher and only half-full. But still. (Aside to 3d and Shanna: No.Cut.Paper.Towels!) Even before I got there she was hysterical, socks bloodied with soup.

She was cranky and clingy. She was mean to AM. She was so whiny I actually checked to make sure her fever from Wednesday had returned. (She wasn’t sick, though.)

She barreled into AM accidentally-on-purpose at the park, knocking him to the ground and causing our swift exit.

I shipped her to shul with Taxman at 5:30 because I was feeling mean myself.

It was a relief for everyone, I think, as it grew dark and bedtime arrived.

I hope everyone gets up on the right side of the bed tomorrow! Maybe in Australia…