Wrong Side of the Bed

Our day started not with a bang, but a whimper, and a whine, and more crankiness than any human being should have to put up with before 7 o'clock in the morning.  And to add icing on a rotten start the air outside smells like a fireplace.

After 20 minutes of misery, I ordered everyone back to bed.  Because we obviously needed to start the day over.  So we all climbed onto the big bed for cuddling and tickles.  And we let Megan open a birthday present (thank you Aunt Nancy!) and it seemed like we had successfully pressed the reset button.

But then Megan smacked her head on a doorknob and Riley cried because he wanted an ice pack too and we were back to the beginning again.  I've declared the morning, at least, to be a lost cause.