The day from hell started at the cheery hour of 6:30 when Kennedy awoke and started freaking out that her clock didn't say 7 yet; which meant she couldn't leave her room. But she wanted to leave, so she did anyway -- crying and whining about it. I remained patient and calm through her tantrum for about 30 seconds and then its all went downhill from there.
After an earlier gym class, we headed to the zoo. Fun, right?! Well... If a grumpy 3 year old who was in the mood to argue, and wrestling a baby who didn't want to be in the stroller anymore sounds fun to you, then yep!
I knew we were doomed from the get go because this happened on the way there:
Ok, ok, we did have fun moments. Turns out Kennedy started out in such a bad mood because she was hangry. I can't blame her for that. Some of my most epic "Hulk moments" could have been solved by a cookie. It's in her blood. After she ate just about every morsel I had packed for them (you know, an insane amount of food for "just in case" moments) she was happier and was jazzed to see the dinosaurs.
Then felt energized enough for some flirting.
Dinner was an epic fail as well. I was all excited to make homemade turkey burgers, baked sweet potato fries, and broccoli. But the recipes were from Pinterest which isn't always a "two thumbs up" kind of resource, and both the burgers and the fries turned into something bad enough a stray cat wouldn't eat. So, in frustrated tears, I let these ladies handle dinner:
The run was MUCHLY needed and helped burn off a lot of the frustrations of the day. I came home ready to beg Heavenly Father to bless my kids to sleep in tomorrow and try again to have a more pleasant day.