My dad came over this morn to watch Liam (Miss S. still gone from overnight and play date) so I could attend the court-mandated parenting class. It was all easy breezy and we got out a few minutes early so I could peacefully clean out my car and fill 'er up.
Worst Part of the Day-
We had a 4 year-old birthday party at 4:30pm and even though I enforced and forced both kiddies to take a nap and even though they both sacked out for 2 hours, Scarlet was a ball of crabbiness and sensitivity for most of the evening. (I liken it to how I feel when I take a nap--I feel way worse than before the nap...) Anyhoo, I had to pull her aside twice during the party and ultimately she ended up sobbing and sitting in the car as I said my goodbyes. Why does every kid gathering I leave in the last years is shrouded in DRAH-ma?! Dude.
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