


Let's just say our morning was a little rough. Maycee told me I,"Look a little fat." 20 bottles of nail polish fell as I was graping for my hair dryer-shattered everywhere. Red, pink, purple colored carpet now in my master bedroom closet. A grumpy husband cause he had to clean it up-he has now band nail polish and makeup in our house(we've had one too many accidents with four year olds playing "make-up"), Cannon threw a brush at my foot and sent me into tears it hurt SOO bad, playgroup at my house which consist of Cannon hitting, pulling hair and not being nice to all the girls which sends them into tears, and to top it all off "Aunt Flo" came to visit this morning. It's only 10:13 and I am really hoping the rest of the day goes just a little bit better. Wish me Luck













