Today has been one of those days where the sound of Miss G's voice goes to the spot at the back of my neck and makes my eye twitch. I have no idea what she ate today that make her go from zero to sixty in 1.3 seconds, but whatever it was should be destroyed. I don't think she has stopped talking all day and each answer I give her to one of her questions results in another question which is more annoying then the first. I have taken to answering back with my silver tongue because at least it makes me feel like I'm not taking complete attitude from her. Being six going on 18 isn't something I enjoy especially when the 18 year old can't pour herself a glass of juice. If I didn't know any better I would say she uses a "blonde"-card at least 5 times a day. Stuff she completely is capable of doing becomes completely new in a matter of seconds - she wants it done for her and doesn't want to do it herself.
Mad Dog was a saint and took her to Potter Pandemonium this evening at BN might be the only thing that saved her and me from having a melt down on each other. They're back now and we're 15 minutes from starting bedtime. Sadly that means it should be about 2 hours and 15 calls for "Daddy" before it is peaceful in the house tonight.
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