So. Dave has been up all night puking. Which means I have done this WHOLE STUPID EASTER THING on my own. I am a woman on the edge right now. The kids are sugared up. Grant had ONE egg with jelly beans in it which he has spilled at least twelve times on the hard wood. They are fighting constantly. I had to get them cleaned, get them dressed, want to kill myself in church while they acted like wild animals, supervise not one but TWO egg hunts....PLEASE LET THIS DAY END SOON.
AND just now my sugared up, refusing to eat real food, wild ass children were playing a totally inappropriate inside game and Grant has injured himself.
I am a god damn yelling, screaming maniac this morning.