High Drama

My girl arrived home from a super busy week at Grandma and Grandpa's last night. She and baby brother didn't get here until about 10:30. It was after 11:00 after all the greetings were accomplished, the luggage brought in, a snack was served and they got into the bed. That makes for a very tired girl who gets up with the sun the next day. (Heaven forbid we should sleep in!)

This afternoon she had a complete melt down because she didn't get her way about something. She threw herself on the couch and cried for 50 minutes over it.

Literally.
I kept track.

And it wasn't any old light crying either. It was full blown screaming and wailing crying. The kind that makes a momma want to throw her own flesh and blood off a cliff. If it weren't so frustrating, I might have felt bad for her. God blessed me by only giving me one girl. That is FOR SURE.