Child #1 was tired and stressed out after spending the day navigating the complex world of vacation care - I remember quiet vividly not enjoying my time spent at Beresford Road Public School's vacation care in the 1980s. I can only imagine how hard it must be for my son who has Aspergers and his little brother who I suspect has Aspergers too.
I also had one very tired and emotional #3, who is the social butterfly of daycare and appears to have all the carers wrapped around her finger. If only they knew that there little angel is a complete devil at home, especially when she's tired. My #2 kid was fine, he could see that that #1's behaviour wasn't going to win him any favours or time playing the Wii. Bless his heart, he decided to mount a charm offensive, which I must admit worked.
So last night, after I feed the mosters their dinner and handed them over to their father to bath and wrestle the "But I'm not tired" kids into their bed, I sat down to crochet. I needed to let the negative feelings of the afternoon go, I needed to let the power of crochet mend my heart, to love #1 and #3 again and renew my spirit to face another day.