Day from Hell and it's not even 10:00 AM

This morning I started a post about how today was going to be beautiful weather wise and I had all these great things planned, but it seems as if the universe just won't cooperate with me today. I just can't win. Binny woke up with the worst bed head ever, but her Pull-up was dry, so that one's about even but her hair is still out of control and the girls insisted on wearing skirts today because the temp is supposed to be a very warm 60 degrees this afternoon, but this morning as we rushed out for Mae's 8:00 dentist appointment (never doing that early ever again) it was still a chilly 40 degrees. When we got home from the dentist, the girls had breakfast because of course they were slow to get themselves ready this morning as almost every morning. They started to eat and decided that they needed something better to drink than the glasses of milk that I had poured for them. I walked through the kitchen on my way to put in a load of laundry and there I see Mae prying open a can of Root Beer with a butter knife. Before I can even say "What the heck are you doing?" the seal breaks and root beer goes shooting across my kitchen and all over the girls. Binny was seated right next to Mae with a can of Sprite but was waiting for her turn with the butter knife. That was it for me, I lost it.

"What were you thinking? Why are you having a soda for breakfast? Did you shake it up on purpose?" Well of course she didn't do it on purpose, it fell on the floor from the top cabinet as she stood on the chair (allegedly) to get the stolen drinks, but at the moment all I could see was brown sugary liquid dripping off of the counter, the walls and Mae. I feel horrible for yelling at her. I apologized and I really do think she understands why I was so upset with her. It must be hard for her being our Guinea pig the oldest, and we do hold her at a higher standard of behavior because she is older and is her sister's biggest influence. Is that fair of us? Maybe not, but that's life and we all have to deal with what we've been given whether it's a short temper or a strong willed child.

Oh and while we were out of the house for 1 hour, my dogs ate an entire bag of Hershey kisses, foil and all that we were saving to use in the girls' school Valentine bags. I know chocolate isn't good for dogs, but by now what haven't they eaten? The upside? The foil should be beautiful with the sunshine dancing off of it when it makes it through my dogs and onto my front lawn. That will brighten my day!