One of those days when Solanne wakes up at 5 am (again; yes, I said again). When Solanne wakes up, Maïa is up.
One of those days when the children are tired, so the children are cranky.
One of those days when I can't get either of them dressed to go out because neither one will put or keep on her coat or boots or hat or mitts.
One of those days when I almost lost my temper on more than one occasion (perhaps 7 or 8 times?).
One of those days when Solanne explicitely asks for a clementine three different times, and each time, just after I have peeled yet another one, she refuses even one segment.
One of those days when I know I have half a dozen calls to make, but I can't seem to recall what they were about; in any case, I wouldn't have been able make them!
One of those days when Solanne refuses to be carried up the stairs and Maïa insists on being carried up (I didn't give in to either).
One of those days that is redeemed at the very end by a beautiful display of sisterly love. When I just couldn't take it anymore - couldn't handle Solanne's whining to get up on the couch, only to insist on getting back down - Maïa pushes her sister up onto the armchair, climbs up beside her, and reads her a story.
Yep, just one of those days.
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