Mama said there'd be days like this. She really did.

I had plans for a blog post tonight full of pictures recapping Dale's birthday.

Or maybe one with more about how we are approaching first grade.

But today has been One of Those Days.

One of those days when one of my children (who will remain anonymous) was obviously replaced by some look-alike mood-swingy banshee just before he got out of bed. I certainly did not recognize the hooligan I saw in my child's body all day.

One of those days when, by the end of it, I had begun to question why on earth we had decided to be parents, and especially what on earth were we thinking to bring another one into the world.

One of those days when I was certain the NICE thing to do would be to leave my parents house and take my hooligans home, but dreaded having to face them alone!

But face them, I did, and promptly got them into bed, praying that tomorrow would be a better day.

I'm not kidding about that praying part.

I really did.

And I'd love to report here that I went in and sweetly looked down on my sleeping cherubs and breathed a sigh of relief and a prayer of thanks. But the truth is, I'm fairly certain they are both still lying in bed awake. So I will NOT be opening that bedroom door. Talk about a can of worms...

So anyway... that picture-full or informative blog post just ain't gonna happen tonight. As much as I love 'em, the combination of their bizarre behavior and my full day has left me wanting to do not much more than this:

Ahhh.....

So I think I'll go now... put on my PJs and cover myself in pillows and not think of much else until tomorrow!