Tuesday this week was “one of those days.” The best way to describe it, for me, is a day when the kids have been particularly demanding.
I mean that quite literally—not that they’re taxing or tiring or draining, but that I feel like I’ve been at their beck and call all day long.
These are the days that one more demand, such as the usual after-work (or after-school) question, “What’s for dinner?”, elicits dagger stares, anguished moans and other cries.