The Dear Husband is not here this evening. He's bailed on us to be a part of the union bargaining team for our school district. The usual 2-3 hour meeting has stretched to 5+ hours tonight, to deal with budget shortfalls for the upcoming school year. So, I did homework, dinner, the Between Time (ugh, what to do with the troops after dinner but before bedtime?) and finally bed time alone. All I can say is, Ryan had better not die anytime soon and leave me to do this on a regular basis. I cringe at the thought.
Anyway. So during that Between Time, I pulled out all the stops. Popcorn, movie, a craft project for Emma... (Please just don't fight!) Our dinner of macaroni and cheese, and a vegetable, was seemingly not doing it for us tonight. After the popcorn was gone, demands for more food were made: Marshmallows! String cheese! Candy! Chocolate chips!
I gave permission for the string cheese.
Emma later found some candy she'd been given at the birthday party on Saturday. I said a little was ok, so long as she shared.
("MoooOOOOoom, she gave more to the twins than to me!") At this point, the fighting began, and I kinda felt like I'd let them have enough snacks.
Maddie kept following me around saying, "More? Cheese?" I told her no, and that we were all done. I turned around to do something, and then I felt a surge of pain in my rear end.
She bit me.