Today was hands down the worst day I've had so far as the mama of three girls instead of two. Bean has been in a foul and obstreperous mood for the past couple of days, and today she got to take it out on the kids in her playgroup for a change instead of on me. I ended up having to haul her away bodily after many warnings for slugging others, snatching toys, screaming in my face, and just general toddler thugishness. You mamas of older children will understand when I say that she was horrible today and it was just awful to have to spend the day with her.
A two-hours-earlier-than-usual nap didn't improve her mood, and on top of that, Sister came home from school feeling cranky her own self. Add a gassy, screaming baby to the mix and I was almost in tears by the time Husband came home. Especially as he was planning to spend the evening playing poker with some friends.
When he saw what sort of state I was in, though, he called his friend and said he couldn't come after all. I tried to insist that he go and that I would be fine once I got dinner into them, but he saw through my rather thin protestations, bless him.
And then I was in tears, so relieved to be rescued from mama hell.