sucked.*
First, I had a bad attitude, which meant that I was less than my usual lovable self, and Callie fed off of it, which meant that she was less than her usual lovable self. And since I was not very patient, and she was less than lovable, naps were a struggle. And she (happily) played very loudly. All day. Keeping her sister awake. Which made Katie less than lovable. And (loudly) cranky.
So, by dinnertime, we were all tired and cranky and short-fused.
But both girls went to bed easily, within a couple of minutes of each other. And then, I found this:
Courtesy of the owner of a red vehicle in the Ross parking lot who was apparently caught in that one super strong gust of wind on an otherwise windless day (in Oklahoma, I know) and was either so busy helping a elderly grandmother into the car that they didn't notice or were called away on a Very Important Emergency and forgot to leave their insurance information.
Then, my sewing machine needle broke. In 6 years of owning this machine, I have never broken a needle. I don't have any spares.
* It's just now Wednesday and I'm almost over the trauma. A road trip, some sewing, and two very cuddly, lovable girls have helped immensely.