As I write this, Anthon is on his way to tattle on Erilyn. Erilyn is screaming at the top of her lungs, and Tanner has been rudely woken up from his nap.
This morning some evil thing has swept through my house and turned my normally sweet and happy children into total monsters. They have been fighting with each other and with me all morning long. I'm exhausted. At the end of my rope. And it's only noon. And Tanner just woke up--two hours too early.
And our only car is in the shop when I have last minute errands to run.
ARGH!!!!
Deep breath. 1....2....3....4....
Okay. I can do this.
Merry Christmas!
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