I was abrupt with the girls tonight. I was frustrated by the babysitter's reports that Beezus had behaved badly this afternoon, frustrated with the untidy house, and worried about how much work was ahead of me for the evening. I raised my voice (but I didn't yell), wasn't sympathetic when I could have been, and expected too much of two tired girls.
It has been awhile since I have felt this way. It surprised me.
Tomorrow is another day. The girls are full of talk of what mischief the leprechauns will get in to. Ramona talked for 45 minutes non-stop this morning speculating what they will do at school and what they will do at home. She worried about who would have to clean it up if they made a mess.
So, I will tidy up the living room and the breakfast room, put decorations on the door, and re-arrange the dollhouse furniture. The leprechauns will have explored the dollhouse, you see. We'll have waffles on shamrock plates for breakfast and I'll tell them the real story of St. Patrick.
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