Shouting from top stair to bottom and from bottom stair to top. Shouting with tears.
And owies that are invisible and have not been mentioned for days, but now make it impossible to sleep. Owies that bring tears.
Tantrums over two measures of music. More tears.
Plastic cups, golf balls, and books ricocheting off heads. At least they all got a turn to cry.
Reminder medicine daily. Gagging. No tears.
Time outs every afternoon. No tears, maybe it's not working?
Miserable at the park, miserable at the party, miserable when there's a sub at school and they watch a movie. Tears all the way home.
I'm going to bed. I think I'll have a good cry and return when there's a total lunar eclipse. Apparently that's December 21, 2010.
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