Someone or something had taken my beautiful, albeit sassy little girl and transformed her into a screeching harpy. I swear even her eyes were glowing with a red tint. The claws came out, the teeth were bared and she didn't stop screeching until 10pm last night. Of course, when i asked her what was wrong i got a different answer every time and it was always my fault. She went to far as to say, "Mom, I just don't feel like part of this family. That is why i need a chihuahua. So i can have someone who loves me." OMG! I'll let you know if today goes any better.
Awaken the Harpy
Yesterday was less than pleasant. I had to get the kids up early to accommodate all of our plans. When say early i mean a full 30 minutes before they normally pull themselves out of bed. (I told you I am a meany.) Jack popped out of bed as usually. He is my morning person, rises out of bed with a smile and starts talking almost immediately. Mark woke, with some difficulties, but he got up and got ready without to much fuss. Then came Emma. I always wake her last. The princesses subjects always arise first, you know. I got Emma out of bed, carried her down stairs and set her down. She starts yelling as soon as her feet hit the floor. I watched the transformation in disbelief.