Battle of the wills

So, I think I'm over the emotional toll that yesterday took on me. I was pretty messed up for the rest of the day. Thankfully, Dave didn't have to go back to work. He was allowed to stay home with me and the kids.

I just wanted to say thanks for the comments and the emails I have received. It's nice to feel the love and understanding from friends. In the light of today, I still can't believe that he was in the couch. It feels a bit silly not looking there...but I'm OK with feeling a bit silly or embarrassed. I can handle that. I can't handle the other. Again, I'm so thankful that that was all it was.

Today was back to normal. I had a 4 hour battle of the wills with Callie. That little girl...whew. Stubborn! She has quite a few signs and words, but she doesn't always choose to use them. Whining and saying, "uh" are her favorite back-up plans. Well, today, when she was done with breakfast, I asked her if she was "all done". She started throwing a fit and pulling at her straps. I knew what she was trying to say, but I also knew what she was capable of doing. I asked her to tell me "all-done" and then she could get out. She immediately stuck her hands to the side of her in rebellion. So, she sat in her highchair all morning. Every few minutes I would ask her if she was "all-done". She ran the gamut of responses: hands to the side, crying, or just shaking her head no serenely. What a stinker. Finally, after lunch, and 4 hours after it all began, she randomly, but happily signed, "all-done". I was so happy, I swooped her out of her chair and cheered. Gosh darnet kid. It didn't have to be that hard.