If We Were Wild Animals, I Would Have Eaten You Long Ago.

Claire, Mateus and Biance got back from Brazil today. Only about a week later than they had planned, but still, they made it home. We saw them briefly in the early afternoon and everything went well. We should have left well enough alone. Amy, wanting to see Claire after more than a month of her being abroad, came over to my house for a pizza dinner which we all shared. By 5:30, the pizza was here along with 6 very hyper, very excited to see each other children. I think it had just been so long that I forgot how poorly Lennon does with big crowds. The whole night was completely miserably for both of us. He was either crying hysterically or screaming or demanding something of me that was completely out of the realms of something I could even do for him if I wanted to. For example, he wanted me to let him watch a movie which we did not have. He hit Michael at one point and it seemed at least as if he was trying to defend Miranda, but then later, he hit Bianca and his reason was "She was standing there." He was totally horrible and the pizza was freakin' expensive, I know, I'm cheap. But, I paid like $35 for two stupid pizzas and I think that's ridiculous. Sure, it fed me, Claire, Walderi, Amy and all our kids, but it was money I didn't plan to spend. Anyway, by the time I was finally able to get everyone out of my house, Lennon was a wreck, I was a wreck and poor little Mia was just confused as to why I was being such a monster. I need to remember not to host ANYTHING at my house with small children. Lennon can handle being with other kids at their houses, but when there are too many kids at our house and the energy is too high, he just breaks down.

The most horrible and stressful night I can remember having in a long time. Lennon has been such a joy lately, and after just one evening of him being horrible I feel like I need a vacation. Thank God he is not miserable all the time anymore. Ahhhhhgh, I think I'll go to bed.