Monday was one of those days when everything went perfectly. The girls got along, there were no temper tantrums and everyone ate well and played. We made our first visit to Portia's Mommy and Me class and Zelda showed Portia how to eat snack and sit at the table. I gushed about how great our girls were all night to Peter.
Tuesday was one of those days when everything went wrong. Portia wakes up to play at 4:45 and Zelda just wants to drink apple juice and eat ice cream all day. The girls fight, bite and scream at one another, Portia wants to climb into the dishwasher and unload all the dishes and I burn dinner.
Here is hoping that tomorrow will be another Monday.
