I HATE PUTTING KIDS TO BED. That's usually Gord's job. Rowan's beyond hyper and I'd about to cry.
Calla returned from Brighton in a weepy mood. Sad, forlorn, down.
Rowan went to play at a neighbour friend's house while the girls and I went sledding with a friend from church. Eliana lasted 3 times down the hill then I dropped her off at Rowan's friend's place. I had a lovely time chatting over coffee with my church friend, Emily while her daughter and Calla played together.
Then the other two came home.
Rowan has been over-hyper since about 6:30, after dinner.
Out-of-control chasing after me saying I'm going to bite you while laughing maniacally.
Not good.
I must now go try again to put them to bed.
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