Tired and Grumpy

Sophie had a particularly difficult day on Tuesday. There were several meltdowns and fits and proclamations that I wasn't her mom anymore. My great offences included asking her to get dressed so we could walk the kids to the bus, requesting that she brush her hair before preschool, and announcing that it was quiet time when we finished lunch. It wasn't too surprising that this was the sight that met me when I opened my door at the end of quiet time.

She was a very tired girl.