Grace somehow found a pair of scissors in the car and on our way to somewhere silently cut up her brand new pair of pants.
Grace was sent to her room for kicking Claire in the face and poured that "tall glass of water" from last night all over... everything.
I asked Grace to get a diaper so I could change her and in the two minutes she was gone she turned on the bathroom sink, emptied the bottle of handsoap, and soaked our toothbrushes and my makeup in soapiness.
Grace demanded a full meal about every half hour.
Claire and Grace drenched our new carpet in baby sweet potatoes.
My mastitis returned.