This was not one of those evenings.
Tonight was a fast, dizzying descent into Hades itself. It was as though someone had swapped my children for little heinous imps during the night. They were confrontational, overly sensitive, and whiny, all things that - truth be told - we've grown quite accustomed to. But what really clenched it was that, for some reason, tonight the kids decided that they no longer enjoyed things they've loved for their entire lives. Eggs? They "don't taste the same" as my usual eggs. Milk? It was making her throat hurt. Homemade, fresh-from-the-oven bread? The bread-snarfers suddenly "weren't sure they'd like it".
Meanwhile, Dad's on the phone with a long-distance friend he can't give up on, both kids are
But never fear! That's why God invented early bedtimes, heh. And whatever that can't fix (not much), looking at pretty yarn knit up in a lovely pattern can.