6:15 - Magnolia awakens and requests some milk. I oblige.
6:40 - I am up anyway, so I go for a walk outside.
7:15 - I return, eat a hearty breakfast and feed my family. Then I shower and bathe all the kids, which means all five of us were clean at about 8:30 am. (Miracle.)
And then it went downhill quick. Especially after I tried to cut Calvin's hair, even though I have vowed never to do so again. It always turns out terrible and he absolutely hates it (and acts like I am ripping off his toenails) and it always makes me really really mad. But for some reason I thought this time would be different. It wasn't.
I texted Nate about my poor decision, to which he replied, "Stop that."
The rest of the day wasn't terrible, it even involved a milkshake, but I couldn't shake it. After dinner and kids' bed Nate mowed the lawn, and when he came in I hardly spoke to him. I was mad because I had been feeding Magpie literally the whole time he was out there. For some reason that made me especially mad. I went straight to bed without even saying goodnight. That is probably better than whining and forcing his sympathy though, do you think?