Today was going fine till lunch. I tried to make a grand elaborate meal(hamburgers and tator tots can be grand and elaborate when you mainly eat PB&J and Mac n Cheese)but no one was letting me cook. C was crying crying crying, and Ax and S were totally hyper and needy and wouldn’t leave me alone, so it all started in the struggle to actually get the lunch made. Finally after about 45 mintues I got lunch on the table and ready for everyone. All the little people proceeded to hate my grand elaborate meal and refuse to eat it. I couldn’t handle it. I freaked out that I had just had to fight them off for 45 mintues. (Literally fight them off!) so that I could make this meal, and suddenly no one wanted to eat it. I couldn’t take it.
The whole afternoon went downhill from there and ended in me telling them in not so many words that tonight wasn’t working and we were going to get an early start on tomorrow by going to bed early(1 whole hour early) with none of the normal bedtime routine happenings. I told them both that today was bad and tomorrow was going to be a better day.
What is so unfair about today is that everyone was fine. I was the one having the meltdown, so why did everyone decide they needed to follow me and have thier own little meltdowns. It’s not quite fair that when I’m having a bad day everyone decides they are going to have bad days too. I don’t like how affected they are by me. It only makes it worse.
Tomorrow will be a better day.