My attempts to write/blog in the evening are proving to be futile. It seems everyone needs Mom at this time. The desire for the day to end brings out stress in even the happiest of spirits.
Except for B, telling her she has six minutes till bedtime is like daring to get in as much play time as possible. She runs room to room acting out one last epic adventure, saving a princess, beating the witches!
Tomorrow I will try for the morning and pray for a better day than today.