Tired

This was such an exhausting day. Up at 6. Took Violet over to the Talk Line playroom today; she played with Mr. Potato Heads and dress-up shoes while I sat in a rocking chair and read a book. We got home at 1:30 and she went almost immediately to sleep. I was going to make lunch for myself, but I had some work to do. And before I'd even finished, she was already awake! An hour later, I had to go pick up Cole for Shelley. The two of them fought me all the way to the car. And then came home and made a shambles of the house. It's 9:45 and I finally just got my dinner! Ugh. Cole said at dinner, in the middle of Violet pitching a fit over something or other (and dropping food onto the kitchen floor that I scrubbed on my hands and knees yesterday), he said "I'd really like to not hear any more crying today." Amen, Cole!

I'm so tired. I just really want some time to myself now, but I have more work to do before I go to bed.

Today Violet made me laugh, I came out in a green skirt and a green-and-brown top. "Do you like my outfit?" I asked Violet.

"Not shirt," she said grimly.

"No?"

"No! Take it OFFFFF!" she shrieked. My first fashion critique from Violet. Mom, you're embarrassing me.