Moods

Yesterday Kiki was in a Mood. She was ready to pick a fight with me over the fact that I made two sandwiches for myself so I could save one for later. She didn’t want a sandwich. She didn’t even like the kind of sandwich I made. My extra sandwich caused her no inconvenience whatsoever, but still tried to pick a fight over it. She sat at the kitchen counter, a little lump of pure fury with no target. Her hairbrush bore the brunt of it and now lies in two pieces.

Today Kiki is better. Instead it was Gleek’s turn. She cried on the way to church because her legs were tired. She cried when she didn’t get to pick the bench we sat on. She cried that I didn’t have any food for her to eat. You get the idea. When it came time for her to go to her primary class, she sniffled the whole way there, but was happy after that.

Then it was Patches turn. He’d been happy all during Gleek’s upsets, but when time came for him to go to class, he bawled because he just wanted to be with me. I know that most of the problem was hunger and fatigue. This helps me plan better for future Sundays. For today I just had to tolerate being climbed all over for the next two hours by a bored and tired four year old boy. He craved the comfort of contact, but couldn’t sit still. I wanted nothing more than to be left alone and not touched by anyone.

At least Link has been in a very happy mood for two days. He is glowingly happy because I finally fixed his blankies. He’s been waiting for me to get it done for months.

Hopefully the rest of today can be a little less moody.