Carpenters

Tonight was frustrating. We were putting the dollhouse together for the SECOND time. The first time we bought wood that was WAY too thick. Our cuts were all perfect, but it wasn't coming together right because of how thick the walls were. I was SO frustrated when we had to just start over with new wood. So tonight when we started putting it together and realized the wood was too THIN, and was bowing out and not becoming a very sturdy dollhouse, I wanted to scream. So Jess ran to Home Depot yet again, and got perfect wood. So tomorrow we'll start again. :(

Pretty much minutes after getting home with the new board, Jess had to leave because he had a basketball game, but it started at 9, which is a little late. So I stayed home with the babies, hoping to at least start marking where I needed Jess to cut the boards tomorrow.

Paige fell asleep at like 8:00, which is unheard of. So I tried to carry her to her bed, and OH MY. She flipped. I told her she could either go to sleep in her bed or watch a movie on our bed. I was hoping she'd just fall asleep again so I could work on her present, and I could try one more time to move her to her room. But no, no, no.

She screamed that she didn't want to do either of them, and would not stop screaming long enough to hear a single thing I said to her. I'm usually really patient(with kids anyway), but I've been staying up late working on the dollhouse every night, and was really frustrated by having to start over twice, so I was not a very patient mom tonight.

At one point I cried, and she screamed angrily at me to "just be happy" and "DON'T CRY! Your cheeks will HURT!" Then Cason cried because Paige was yelling and I looked sad. Then I felt bad, because I was just crying out of fatigue and frustration over the dang dollhouse, but poor Cason has probably never seen me cry and thought my heart was broken. Then I laughed because Paige was only worried about my cheeks hurting, not my feelings. Ha. So Cason was fine once I laughed. Anytime Paige throws a fit she gets all upset after she's done because her cheeks hurt. I assume it's the same kind of "hurt" as when you laugh really hard for too long. After screaming at me for a while tonight, she just finally calmed down, and then was as sweet as ever again. She told me "I sorry I screamed at you." and cuddled me for quite a while. We looked like we belonged on Nanny 911.

All because of a wretched dollhouse. A wretched dollhouse that really isn't that hard to make. I'm just not bright enough to pick out the right materials. But on the upside, the staircase is ready and waiting, and it's the part I was worried would be so hard to build. Making a dollhouse has been the hardest part of parenting. Ha. Only I'm not kidding.
Today was actually a really nice day, aside from the last hour or so. From happier times: