This morning, T says, "If P wakes me up again tomorrow, I'm going to punch her. I'm just warning you."
Yesterday, P cried and didn't want to go to CC because we were painting so I made her wear play clothes. She had slept in braids so her hair would "be fancy" for CC and was so mad that "her hair doesn't match her clothes".
C woke me up this morning with blood running down his hand. He was prying frozen waffles apart with a knife and stabbed himself.
this is why I'm grey.