your continued unwillingness to share is oddly comforting

A little flashback video here. From January of '08.

Why?

Because we had an incredibly similar day today. Pajamas all morning. Doll babies in strollers. A little mirror time, though today's involved less tongue and more lip.
And, a colossal argument over sharing.
(Today it was a squeaky octopus instead of a Nannie Blanket.)
Somethings don't change.

in lieu of the actual event

Last Thursday was a bad day.

J was called out of town for work at the last moment. I woke up with pink eye. Em and Roo both had hacking coughs that caused my paranoid self to imagine pneumonia recurrences.

The girls had to wait a lot that day. Feeling icky already, their patience was thinly stretched. First a lengthy don't.touch.anything.hold.still.and.be.quiet. wait at my doctor's office. Then, another car ride to the library to quickly pick up a held item while we waited for my prescription to be filled. Except the library quickness evaporated in a spring break slam with long lines of disgruntled patrons. Of which I was one.

Sometime during the lengthy wait, the girls completely lost the remnants of cool.
Em was frustrated. She was begging to be held.
And Roo just snapped when I put her down to switch kids.
She just reached out.
And.
Slapped Em.



And, of course, Em fell down. Because she's dramatic like that. And she sobbed and sobbed because her feelings were hurt. Which was legit. And heartbreaking.

We should have left then.

The long line was futile. The library managed to lose my held item.