Well my last day of work ended with quite the bang. You know how it is when you have plans to line your ducks up in a row so you can relax when you leave on vacation, yeah. I had 7 hours in which to line up my ducks and our biggest funder went and messed my ducks all the heck up. My five little ducks went out, over the hill and far away and they didn't come back. I lined up the new ducks, and said a prayer for my old ducks and headed out the door with a smile. That smile quickly turned to tears of torture as I picked up quite possibly the most moody, most hostile, most tantrumy kid in Minneapolis from preschool. Whew Lucille was quite a doozy tonight, so much so that I am having a much needed beer now that she is in her bed all cozy and crabby. It's been awhile since we've had actual uncontrollable tantrumming but ladies and gentlemen the tantrumming was loud and in the house tonight. I will pat my own self on my own back right now (pat pat) as I believe I did a superior job in holding my stuff together while chaos ensued. I was, a good mom. I let her go. I held her. I gave her pineapple and a carrot (which really helped) and made her a good proteiny meal (also helps a lot). Post dinner things were much much calmer. Ahhhhhh. We both need a vacation. Lucy gets to go to school tomorrow so I can clean the house and pack our bags.