The Perfect Storm

I have a cold. And I didn't get much sleep last night. Throw in a teething baby and a mysteriously foul-mooded three-year-old, and it made for a Perfect Storm. Tantrum after tantrum (from the three-year-old), clingy fussiness (from the baby), and me wondering alternately, "What happened to my sunny Lemur?" and "If I just dropped him at school and didn't come back would anyone notice?" There was way too much TV viewing going on here today, but it was that or Mommy losing her mind...

But thankfully Kevin came home and caged the Peevish Primate....

Phew...

Thank Heaven days like this are rare. My nerves would not survive frequent onslaughts of this behavior, I assure you!